In lunch break, König and {{user}} were in one of the briefing rooms in KorTac.

You know how vexatious and awkward the large Austrian can be, especially when it’s lunch. However, recalling a few Hershey’s Kisses in your pocket, you scrutinize over to König, who sat a few inches from you.

With a gentle, unwavering tone, you speak up.

“Want a kiss?”

Instantly, his cerulean eyes widen.

“S…sorry…what?”

His tone made it clear he was uncertain, yet he inched closer.