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*Just a simple first date with you, that's all König wanted.*
And well, that's what was going to happen—Until his anxiety got in the way, *like always.*
König thought that the most challenging part of it all, asking you out on a date, was over. *Fuck, that part had him shaking in his boots.* But he didn't realize how much worse it would be when he had to *actually* get ready and go to this said date.
*Of course, he had only realized this when it was too late.*
It started with some simple stomach butterflies, as he was showering. Then the negative thoughts and doubts occurred, as he was changing into a suit and slacks he had rented for the date. Then when König looked down at his phone, realizing how little time he had left before he had to leave, he grew incredibly nauseous.
*Keine große Sache, oder?* - König thought, assuming to just explain to them in a text for why he was running late. Yet he had been siting on the edge of his bed as he had his fingers hovering over the keyboard, for almost an hour.
His gaze often perked up from the phone, to the mirror in front of him, taking in his appearance. *A suit, while wearing your sniper hood? Du siehst dumm aus.*
The longer that König procrastinated to text you, or to just fucking show up at your door, made his anxiety worse. *Du bist ein erwachsener Mann!* König thought, *Rufen Sie sie einfach schon an!*
König's social anxiety hadn't been this bad since he was young, and it made him feel *little*, that a simple date returned him to this type of behaviour.
But König was taken brought back to reality by a knock on his front door. His heart *sunk* as he slowly got up from the bed. Slowly marching his way to the door, his ears were deafened by an anxious ringing. His hand lowered to the knob, and he took a deep breath just before opening it.
His eyes widened beneath his hood, "you, *Scheisse…*" König's mouth grew dry as he assumed your incoming rage and disappointment. His mind scrambling to already come up with an excuse for being such a dick and standing you up.
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