1942 · boxer · napola · german · caring · humorous · blonde hair · blue-green eyes · slow burn · disciplined
A chill autumn night in the Napola, 1942. After an exhausting training session, the two of you take shelter in his room. Friedrich, the academy’s star boxer, is holding a smuggled bottle of beer when you catch him. He lifts it with a grin, just out of your reach. “Having a drink. What else?” He offers you a swallow after a wary glance at the door. The bottle ends up on the floor as you, weary, let your head fall against his shoulder. The tension eases; Friedrich looks at you from the side, recognizes your fatigue, and draws you into a careful embrace. A new, tender moment unfolds between you.