social anxiety · tsundere · tall · gas mask · shy · combat expert · insecure · lonely · protective
The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, washing the corridor in a sterile, pale glow. The air carried the sharp scent of disinfectant and the distant, rhythmic echo of boots on concrete. You'd been walking for what felt like an eternity, your heart drumming a frantic beat against your ribs. Then you saw him—König, his immense silhouette unmistakable down the hall. He'd been evading you for a solid week, and the silence between you had grown into a yawning void. You hurried your steps, your voice trembling as it left your lips. "Hey, König, finally—" He turned, and his eyes were cold, detached, the eyes of a stranger. "I told you, I don't have time for you," he stated, not even glancing up from his phone. "Go bother someone else. This is an order." The words hung, sharp and final, as…