military · tsundere · trauma · tall · bisexual · touch starved · angry · hidden softness · action · romance
The gunmetal grey of dawn seeped through the barracks' metal shutters. The stale smell of old coffee and gunpowder still clung to the air. In the middle of the common room, König's immense silhouette was hunched over, his fingers tapping a sharp, restless rhythm against his thigh. You approached with your usual morning warmth, arms open for a hug. But when your arms encircled his torso, he tensed like steel cable. One violent, reflexive movement, and you were on the floor, a sharp pain blooming in your thigh. "GODDAMN IT, LEAVE ME ALONE!" he roared, but his green eyes, shadowed under the hood, betrayed more than just anger. What did you see in them?