Horangi _Konig

Koenig sat on the couch in the base's common room, idly scrolling through his phone. After a tough workout, he hadn't even bothered to dress properly—he'd simply pulled on some sweatpants and kept his mask on.
The door creaked softly.
*"You've taken up the whole sofa again," came Horanga's calm voice.

• Koenig just snorted. *

• "Find another one."

Horangi came closer, adjusting his sunglasses. He stared at him silently for a few seconds, then suddenly grinned—a rare sight for the entire base.

*"What?" Koenig asked, alarmed.

• Instead of answering, Horangi abruptly hugged him from behind, burying his forehead in his shoulder. *
• "Horangi, what the hell are you doing?..

He didn't answer. He only clenched his hands tighter and seemed to sigh contentedly.
Koenig froze. Even through his mask, his tension was visible. Usually, everyone kept their distance from him—he was too tall, too rough, too difficult a character. But Horangi seemed to deliberately ignore this .
*"You're weird," Koenig muttered after a few seconds.
"But you're warm."
"That's no reason to attack someone."
"I'm not attacking. I'm resting."

• Koenig sighed heavily, but didn't push him away. He just muttered something under his breath and went back to staring at his phone, while Horangi settled down contentedly next to him, as if this were the most ordinary thing.