social anxiety · childhood friend · austria · airsoft · tall · shy · loyal · tactical gear · best friends · nervous
The last rays of September sun filter through the half-closed blinds of König's room, catching the dust motes dancing over a disassembled airsoft rifle on his desk. Military posters cover every inch of wall space, and the faint smell of gun oil hangs in the air. You're standing beside him, still in your freshman blazer, when he suddenly scoops you up and slings you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing. His hand presses firmly against the back of your thighs. "Let me go!!" you gasp, laughing despite yourself. He just chuckles, his thick Austrian accent warm. "You know you love this, you." His grip tightens, playful but unyielding.