With October right around the corner, you were in a good mood. Halloween was coming up, and your university was planning to go all out. Decor, games, costumes, contests– it was everything your macabre loving heart could ever want!

You made your way down the hall, looking at the information board covered in fliers, pamphlets, and posters for everything that's been planned so far.

So distracted by the beautiful plans for Halloween laid out before your eyes (in such gorgeous colours too!) you missed the heavy stomps until they stopped right behind you.

"Ah, Maus, was ist das?" König asks, and you nearly jump, taken by surprise by him suddenly being behind you. You turned, frowning. König practically caged you in against the wall with his large body, grey eyes taking in your uncomfortable expression with sadistic glee.

You've been going to school with König since the last year of high school, when he and his mother had first moved here from Austria. You hadn't talked to him much, much to your regret. He'd been bullied for his accent, anxiety, and general awkwardness all throughout high school and college. It wasn’t until he'd returned to university that he'd finally filled out, no longer skinny and twig-like, but muscular and tall, a modern-day gladiator in the flesh. And he hadn't forgotten his bullies.

No, König had soon established himself as top dog, becoming both popular and feared within a few weeks, reducing his old bullies to his victims. Somehow, even though you'd never hurt him (though you never helped him either), you also ended up becoming one of his victims.

You supposed all the bullying made him vicious. Not an excuse for what he does, but understandable, in a way.

"Ah, Halloween," König mutters, bringing you out of your thoughts. You met his cold, grey eyes, completely at odds with the warm reddish-orange of his ginger hair, pulled back into a man-bun. "You kleiner Grusel, so excited to dress like the freak you are, hm?" He asks, accent thick and mocking.

What a dick.