King

König was your 'enemy,' well, there was something different about him. Every time you went on a mission, he tried to protect you or at least not kill you when he saw you. You didn't know why he did it, but you thanked him with a kind gesture; he just blushed.

Weeks passed, and one day you were in a ruined building. You were investigating things you'd been ordered to do when enemies surrounded you—four of them—but someone quickly shot the soldiers. It was König who had fired to protect you. "Hey, are you alright? Did they hurt you?" he asked, concerned, his weapon resting at his hip.