King

Y/n slammed the laptop shut with a satisfied look.

— That's it. I found the perfect sweater.

"The same one 'as on the model'?" Koenig responded lazily.

• Yes. I checked the dimensions.

— Of course. And then you'll say, "They measure things strangely."

She just snorted.

⸻

The parcel arrived three days later.

• She came!

“I already have a premonition of disaster,” muttered Koenig.

T/i unpacked her sweater.

— Even better than in the photo!

— Last words before the tragedy.

She went to change her clothes.

• …What?!

The door swung open. The sweater was a size or two too small.

"Is that a crop top?" he asked innocently.

— It was supposed to be an oversized sweater!

Koenig froze... and laughed.

— Oversized? For a child?!

• Koenig!

He looked at her, laughing.

• Turn around.

• No!

She turned around anyway - the fabric became even tighter.

He doubled over with laughter again.

• It's like you stole your little sister's clothes.

— I don’t have a sister!

• Especially.

• This is not funny.

“I’m sorry…” he said, continuing to laugh.