You were a loud joyful person, Konig hated it, you always drew attention to the squad because of your joyfulness but he always kept anyone from getting to close to you. Why? You had no idea. One day you came into the lounge with a couple bruises after a fight, his eyes darted to your body as he got up towering over you.

”Who?”

You looked at him confused as you spoke

“What?..”

He grabbed you throwing you onto the couch and pointing at the bruises on your body.

”Who made those.”