(So so soooo sorry for the extremely late upload. School started back again this week, rip me )

Hours went by, and the stack of work that I still had left to do didn't seem like it was getting any smaller. I felt myself falling forward, my head bobbing up and down on my hand. I was past the point of being simply tired, I was exhausted. 'I need to get up and get some coffee or something. Maybe I can take a quick nap...?' The sound of my office door 'clicking' closed woke me up a bit. I shook my head to clear my blurry vision; glancing over to where König had sat for the past few hours.

   His seat was empty, with the book that he was reading faced down on the chair. 'Oh....he left.' I felt a bit sad, realizing that he wasn't here anymore. I sat there for a good while, pondering on why him leaving was bothering me so much. 'What the hell...why do I care? He can go wherever he wants. Maybe it's because he didn't say goodbye-' My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of my door being pushed open. The apparent squeaking made it obvious that whoever was behind the door was trying, but failing miserably at being sneaky.

   I leaned back in my chair, folding my arms. A head poked from behind the door, followed by a loud 'thump' on the doorframe. "Autsch,Scheiße!!" A raspy, but suppressed voice yelled out. My door swung open, revealing a keeled over König. 'Well then, I guess he didn't leave.' An imaginary weight felt as if it was lifted off my shoulders. I looked up at my now, wide open office door.

   He took a few steps into my office, clutching 2 drinks in his hands and desperately trying not to crush them. The scale of his gloved hands to the Styrofoam cups were something straight out of a movie. In his hands, they looked like those little teacups that children would have fake tea parties with. It was kind of funny. He hobbled through the doorframe, turning around to push the door closed with his foot. I shook my head, internally cringing at the mini hissy fit that I'd caught just a few minutes prior when I thought he had left. I watched through squinted eyes as he made his way towards me, slowly swaying from side to side.

   The only noise that could be heard was the sound of the occasional jingling from his bomb-decorated chest. He stopped just short of my desk, still softly clutching the cups. Placing them down, he turned and grabbed another chair, pulling it up to my desk. Before sitting down, he shoved his hands in his pockets, pulling out a whole assortment of sugar packs. I glanced up at him, about to question why the fuck he had sugar, of all things, in there. "Köni- " I started, but instead he ushered a cup towards me, meeting my gaze for the first time since he'd walked through my office door.

   I didn't bother finishing my sentence. 'Did he make me coffee...?' I asked myself. König plopped down in the chair, pulling his cup towards him. I started to do the same, but his hand shot over my desk and stopped me, softly cupping my wrist. Upon further inspection, his hand was literally giant compared to mine. I tore my eyes from the baffling sight and looked up at him, getting ready to spew out another question, but again he didn't give me a chance to. "Be careful Liebe, Its hot." He blurted, and I nodded as he retracted his hand from mine.

   I paused for a second trying to process what exacting was happening. In doing so felt his eyes land on me. 'So, he made me coffee...brought me sugar and-' Before I could finish my thought process, I heard him violently shoot up from his chair.

   It startled me a bit, but I kept my composure - at least I think I did. Confusion lined my face as I stared up at him. "AH, I'm so sorry libeling!" 'Sorry? For what?' He bashed his helmet with his fist, dramatically exhaling. My face contorted even more with confusion. "What's wrong König?" He didn't answer me, instead he swiveled around on his heel and started to march towards my door.

   'Huh? Is he bipolar like Simon or something?' I pinched the bridge of my nose and shut my eyes. 'Everything this man does is so confusing and erratic, it's starting to make my brain ache.' I opened my eyes again and stood up from my chair, taking in a deep breath of air. "König!" He halted in his tracks, angling his head to the side to look at me. "Come, tell me what's wrong."

   He sighed but he didn't move an inch. 'So, we're being like this again, huh? Alright, I'll play your game.' I crossed my arms, "That's an order König." I voiced in a loud, booming voice. He jumped a bit, and I could've sworn I saw him shake a bit too. I felt a bit bad that I had to use that tactic on him, but he wouldn't listen to me any other way. He slowly turned around, his body facing towards me as he began treading his way back to my desk.

   I stood as tall and as firm I could. He stopped just short of his pushed-out chair, staring at me with sad puppy eyes. 'My heart- uh wait what?' I felt a brow twitch. "Good. Now tell me what's got you so riled up all of a sudden, and please explain this." I unfolded one of my arms to point at the coffee and packs of sugar that now littered my desk. Moments filled with nothing, but silence encased my office. He huffed, taking in a chest-full of air and intertwining his fingers.

   "I'm sorry for causing a disturbance. I just wanted to get you some coffee. You looked so tired! I thought it would wake you up a little bit, but I'm so clumsy and....and useless, I forgot to get you some creamer! You looked so.... disappointed. I'm sorry...." His head tilted down and he seemed to pout. I stood there, my mouth literally agape as I replayed his entire sentence again and again in my head.

   Even though he had jumbled almost every word that had come from his mouth I somehow understood everything. 'He- I-......he's...adorable. Monster? An absolute unit on the battlefield? Nah, he's just a shy little- well, big guy.' I stared in awe at both his sentence and the nonsense that was being said in my head. Finally -after a considerable amount of time- I spoke, "Thank you for the coffee, König." His head shot up at the mention of his name. "By the way, I like my coffee straight black; and you don't have to be sorry for anything, you did nothing wrong." I watched him as he absorbed my words like he was a sponge.

   "You were just being kind." I shot him a small smile before setting myself in my chair, grabbing the coffee he had made. "And... I'm sorry for yelling at you König." I glanced up at him, just in time to see his entire body shudder a bit. He nodded and said nothing else. I took this as a good sign, seeing that I had assured him enough. I placed my lips on the rip of the cup, bracing myself for the normal bitter taste of coffee; a taste that never came. He didn't seem to have put anything in it, however it tasted.... good?

   That was odd, but I didn't complain not one bit. I glanced up at him once more, since he was still standing, as stiff as ever too. "This is some good coffee, König." I nodded my head in approval, raising the cup to aide in my attempt at a compliment. His shoulders relaxed as if on que. A new thought plagued my mind, 'Was he going to stay or was he going to leave?' As shameless as it was, I asked him. "Where are you going to sit? Or are you leaving?"

   I looked up at him again, giving my full, undivided attention. He stared back at me, glancing to the side every now, and then. 'Please say no....please say no.' I caught myself and stilled my thoughts, visibly embarrassed at my sudden desperation. "No, I'm not leaving, unless ...you ...want me to leave...?" I looked over at the clock it was past 9 pm. He'd been here for quite some time. 'Was he scared to go back to his room or something...?' I nodded, "Alright."

   Whatever the reason being, I wasn't going to question it. Who knew having company during a long shift was quite nice? He sat down in the chair he'd pulled close to my desk, grabbing a hold of his drink. He rolled up his sniper mask, revealing a jet-black balaclava underneath. He moved that upwards as well- from the way he was doing it, it seemed tight. He stopped at the bridge of his nose and my eyes immediately darted back down to further inspect his face. I know I should've looked away, but I couldn't.

   Short, dark brown stubble lined his sharp jawline. His lips were a soft pink in color and a bit chapped. He had a deep gash that ran through both of his lips, a battle scar. I looked up to catch a glimpse of his eyes. Bad idea. He was staring back at me, his sunken eyes pierced with an emotion I couldn't put a name to. 'Fuck, fuck, fuckkk! He caught me. Okay, play it cool.'

   I infact did not play it cool, and instead spat my coffee out, with some of it spilling out of my nose. Thankfully I backed away from my desk in time, the coffee spilling from both my nose and mouth, fell onto my floor. I sat there for a second, heaving and coughing. I felt a warm hand caress my back, trying to soothe me. I looked over to my side- seeing him leaned over onto my desk, trying his hardest to calm me down. A worried look spread across his face, and I couldn't help but stare again at his exposed features. They were so well defined; it was almost surreal.

   I cleared my throat and sat back in my chair again, wiping away the excess coffee from my mouth. "What happened bärchen...?" He asked, his tone was low and hushed. I struggled trying to find words that would explain why I randomly choked on coffee. "I uh, a fly was in-" I coughed violently again, and my body fell forward. He snuck his other hand over the side of the desk to catch me and push me back into my chair. My head bobbed and rolled around on the headrest. His hands fell from my back and chest to my shoulders.

   "A fly? In the coffee?!" He shook my desk a bit as he exclaimed. 'I feel bad for lying but...It's not like I can just say; Oh yeah, I choked on my coffee because of was too busy at looking at your chin and lips that I forgot how to swallow.' I squeezed my eyes shut. "No, no I just choked on my spit that's all." I could feel him staring at me, his eyes bearing two holes into my skull. "Oh...ok. As long as you are fine libeling."

   I avoided looking at him as my embarrassment was far too great to go unnoticed. He let go of my shoulders with a sigh and I took this chance to swivel my chair around ever so slowly so that the back of it was facing him. It stayed quiet for a couple of moments before he spoke up. "Libeling, where are your cleaning supplies?" I turned my chair just a tad bit to get a glimpse of him. His mask was draped back over his face and his gloves were also back on. 'Had I made him that uncomfortable with my staring...?'

   I paused before speaking, "Um yeah, in the far cabinet over to your right." The sounds of his boots battering my wooden floor echoed throughout the silent office. I listened as I heard him open and close a cabinet, seemingly taking some things out. He made his way around my desk and all the while I tried my hardest to not look at him. He said nothing as I heard him rip some paper towels off of their roll. He bent down and sprayed my floor with something before wiping up my spit and snot infested coffee that I had literally barfed up. 'Huh? He's cleaning up my mess...how thoughtful.'

   My mind began to roam aimlessly as I completely stopped paying attention to what he was doing. After some time, I felt my chair slowly begin to swivel in the opposite direction. Before I even had the chance to question anything, it had already done a complete 180. My face was level to his crotch as he bent down over me. He stood up immediately after meeting my gaze, scratching the back of his neck nervously. "I think you should turn in for the night liebling. It's getting quite late, yes?"

   I looked over at the clock, 9:45 pm- jeez time goes fast. I looked up at him and reluctantly agreed, nodding my head in the process. He stood up to his full height and slowly strode away, pushing the chair that he'd used back to its original place. I watched in a daze as he organized my office back to the way it was. After he finished, he came up to my desk and stopped. "Are you too tired to move Liebling..? I can carry you if you'd like."

   Instantly, I shot up when I heard those words. A low laugh escaped his chest, and I heard it. I said nothing and started to get ready to leave. I grabbed the stack of paperwork and organized it in a haste. Mainly separating the done vs, the not done sheets. I raised my keys in the air and beckoned for him to get out. He obliged and I followed him out into the poorly lit hallway.

   I closed the office door behind me and locked it, all the while he stood close by. When I finished, I fully expected him to turn around and leave, but did he? No. I put my hands on my hips and craned my neck to look up at him. "Are you gonna go to your room or......?" I kept a questionable tone. All the while wondering why he was still here. He tilted his head, almost as if he was pondering his answer. "Yes, I will, after I walk you to yours bärchen."

   His eyes seemed to smile at me, and I couldn't help but feel a bit warm. 'How long has it been since I was shown this type of decency by a man?' I walked off in the direction of my room and he followed behind closely. Once we left the doors of headquarters, he closed the distance in between us and walked next to my side. The walk to dorm was quiet as neither of us said anything. It was a comfortable silence, and I wasn't mad. Up the stairs, and through the long and quiet hallway, we finally reached my door.

   He loomed over me as I fumbled with my keys. I unlocked it and let myself in. He made no efforts to try and come in with me, which I was quite grateful for. I looked up at him, "Thank you, for walking me home." My eyes darted to a nearby wall as I stared into the abyss. "You didn't have to." He ducked down a bit to reach my height, "You're welcome bärchen, and yes I needed to."

   He stood up again, stretching to his full height. He backed up a bit and turned to walk away. I poked my head out of my door and partially shouted at him, "Goodnight König, get home safe." He paused, seemingly in motion, and turned around to face in my direction. "Goodnight, my liebling I will. Sweet dreams." He called back to me, his soft voice switching from English to German. I felt my face begin to heat up and my gaze fell from him to the carpeted floor. He swiveled on his heel, and I swore I heard him chuckling to himself.

Wait what did he call me...? His what...?

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