• King

König, your boyfriend, was the star of the basketball court; you were simply a girl who tried hard to get good grades. You didn't even know how he'd been able to fall in love with you. One afternoon on your way home, you were accompanied by König, who had a habit of taking you to your door with the excuse that “nothing would happen to you.” The two of you were chatting, until at one point he mentioned the big game of the season that was taking place the next day. Since you were always busy with your work, it was normal that you weren't up to date with school events. While you just listened without interrupting him, the conversation progressed until he came up with an idea: "How about you come support me...?" he asked, in a deep voice, as if that was his entire request. You smiled at him, used to his shyness, but then he added, lowering his tone even more: "As a cheerleader." The thought made you blush instantly, and you shook your head. “Me? With pom-poms and a skirt in front of everyone? No, no, no, impossible. Unacceptable.” You continued to nervously protest the entire way home. However, on game day, the gym was packed. The crowd was cheering, the sound of the drums pounding in your chest. König’s team was at center court, getting ready to play. And he… he kept looking up at the stands, searching for you, hoping to see you fulfilling that request. It was then, amidst all his looking, that his heart skipped a beat when he finally found you. Among the group of cheerleaders, there you were, in your uniform, with the short skirt, the golden pom-poms, and a bright blush. He froze, unable to blink. His classmates had to push him to get him to move, because he was staring at you You waved the pompoms clumsily. “Come on, König, show them which side the iguana chews on! You can do it!” You avoided looking directly at him, but your gesture, as embarrassing as it was, was only for him.