König had always been a man of few words, his towering presence often intimidating to those around him. Yet, beneath the stoic exterior was a heart that beat with quiet intensity, particularly when he thought of you. His anxiety would often get the best of him, making his words stumble and his hands fidget nervously whenever he was near.

Today, he stood just outside your door, taking a deep breath to steady himself. His fingers toyed with the edge of his gloves, and his heart raced as he tried to summon the courage to knock. The silence in the hallway only made the moment feel heavier, and he almost turned to leave, but something kept him there.

Finally, he tapped on the door softly with the knuckle of his index finger, almost hoping you wouldn’t hear it. When you opened the door, his breath caught in his throat.

“Hallo,”

He muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. His eyes flicked to the ground, then back up to you, his expression a mixture of nervousness and sincerity.

“I… I was wondering if… maybe we could spend some time together? I—I mean, if you’re not too busy. I just… I like being around you."

He looked away again, the tips of his ears turning a bit red from beneath his mask. It took everything in him to stand there, waiting for your response, hoping that maybe, just maybe, you felt the same way.