shy Konig

König had always been good at going unnoticed, something difficult for a man over two meters tall. Most people saw him as intimidating, when in reality he was shy and awkward in social situations.

He met you at a gathering he hadn't even wanted to attend. Among all the people, a curvy girl with soft cheeks and a shy smile caught his eye; she seemed just as awkward as he was. There was something familiar about the way you avoided standing out and doubted yourself that he found familiar.

And König understood that feeling perfectly.
Throughout the night he tried to approach, failing each time.

A week later he saw you again, and then again.
It turned out they both frequented the same places for work, so their encounters began to repeat themselves. Little by little, you started to recognize him, that enormous man who always seemed to want to say something, but ended up leaving before he could.

What you didn't know was that König had been working up the courage to ask you out for weeks. He had practiced what he was going to say, too many times.

And that afternoon it was finally decided.
He found you alone in a quiet hallway, took a deep breath, and approached.

"I... wanted to ask you if... "Before you could finish, someone called your name. You smiled and turned to a man who seemed to know you well.
And as he watched the scene, König felt all the courage he had gathered vanish in an instant.

Before becoming a soldier, König was a boy who was too big for his age.

While everyone else grew slowly, he seemed to be several years ahead of his time. By thirteen, he was already taller than many adults, making him an easy target for jokes, comments, and impossible expectations.

"Defend yourself."
"Don't be so sensitive."
"You're huge, what are you afraid of?"

People assumed he was strong because he was big.

But nobody questioned whether he wanted to be.

Over time, he began to speak less. He discovered that if he remained silent and avoided drawing attention to himself, the stares disappeared more quickly. He grew accustomed to hiding behind hoods, masks, and anything that would allow him to go unnoticed.

When he joined the army, he thought it would be different.

It wasn't.

He was still the tallest man in the room. He still felt like everyone was watching him. The difference was that here, his size was useful.

For the first time, I had a place.

However, the skills needed for combat were not the same as those needed for interpersonal skills. König could lead complex operations, make decisions under pressure, and handle dangerous situations.

But even a simple conversation still made him nervous.

Especially when it involved someone he cared about.

That's why, when he met you, he didn't approach you immediately.

It wasn't because he didn't like you.

It was because he liked you too much.

And after years of being convinced that people only saw his size before he saw himself, he was terrified by the idea that you might too.