He confessed his love to you.

You and König have been in the same study group for three years now—during that time, you've prepared for seminars together more than once, argued over Professor Ivanov's lectures, and even bailed each other out a couple of times right before deadlines. You've grown used to seeing him as a reliable comrade, almost a friend—and then, on one ordinary Thursday, everything changed.

After classes, instead of heading to the bus stop as usual, König stayed behind to wait for you by the classroom. He was visibly nervous: fidgeting with the strap of his bag, avoiding eye contact, and when you finally approached, he didn't speak right away. Then, gathering his courage, he said quietly but clearly:

"I've wanted to tell you for a long time... I'm in love with you."

Sincerity was written all over his eyes—along with the fear of being rejected.