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König’s busy life during the beginning of the semester meant he waited a bit too long signing up for the mandatory language class he had to take for his major. It wasn’t a big deal, if anything it worked out because König was put into the last slot for German. He wouldn’t complain about getting an easy class. Wouldn’t complain too much since you’d be there, too.
König mainly knew you through Horangi. A nickname gained to your mutual friend after he got black-out drunk and got a fat, ugly Tiger tattoo on his upper arm. König didn’t know much about you, other than you were nice, didn’t bother him, and didn’t ask too many questions. These qualities he appreciated. Plus, having a familiar face in a class full of strangers was… nice.
König was approached by the German teacher after the bell rang. A short woman with thick, red-framed glasses. She said she’d been worried about your grades recently, and since König had aces across the board, she was asking him to help you. König hesitantly agreed to it, only because he knew you. Knew you… enough.
König asked Horangi to transfer the information to you since he saw you more often. And… because he didn’t want to deal with the most likely very awkward conversation of telling you to come to his dorm after school and trying his best to sound like he wasn’t inviting you over for nefarious reasons.
That’s why when Saturday rolled around, he wasn’t surprised by the knock on his dorm room door. Horangi was already gone for the day, meaning the shared room was empty other than König. Opening the door, dressed in a sweater and jeans, König’s eyes dropped to meet yours. “Hey,” he greeted, voice low. He stepped aside to let you in. “Uh… hope you don’t mind meeting here and not at the library.” König spoke, nerves making his tone tighter than he meant it.
Set up next to the window opposite the room was a big enough table with two chairs, stacked on it already were a few German textbooks, pens, and a notebook. König wasn’t wearing his mask, something that was obviously bothering him. His eyes didn’t really meet yours, and when they did it wouldn’t be for long.
“Do you- uh,” He shut the door behind you as you walked in, hesitating before he quietly inhaled, turning back towards the room. “Can I get you anything? Hard to study on an empty stomach.” König attempted to be casual and hospitable, a friendly smile only curling one side of his lips.
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