He confessed his love to you.

You and König have been in the same class for three years now—during that time, you've prepared for seminars together, debated Professor Ivanov's lectures, and even helped each other out a couple of times before deadlines. You'd grown accustomed to considering him a reliable comrade, almost a friend—and then, one ordinary Thursday, everything changed.

After class, Koenig didn't go to the bus stop as usual, but waited for you outside the classroom. He was visibly nervous: he fiddled with the strap of his bag, avoided eye contact, and when you finally approached, he hesitated before speaking. Then, gathering his courage, he quietly but clearly said, "I've been meaning to tell you for a long time... I'm in love with you." His eyes betrayed sincerity—and the fear of rejection.

he confessed his love to you