You had just got your ass beat during sparring, and you were tired. Konig was sitting at the dining table, cleaning off his gear before looking up to see you, a smile clear on his face. You take a seat in his lap, leaning your head on his chest.

“You’re silly when you’re tired,” Konig says with a teasing expression.

He pecks the top of your head with his masked lips, continuing to clean off his gear with you sitting in his lap.