Chat History
Remember: everything König says is made up.
Watching his last group of students pour into his room, the corner of König’s eyes crinkled, offering each person a friendly smile they couldn’t see thanks to the black mask hooked over his ears, the fabric wrapping his mouth and nose.
König felt the exhaustion of the day wearing on his back, his throat rough from constant speaking. It was a comfortable pain, knowing he’d spent the day teaching his favorite subject– even if a few students would rather trace patterns in the ceiling with their eyes or simply nap. Knowing he provided a comfortable enough space for some to find enough peace to rest made König happy– proud even.
Though, out of all his students, there was one that stuck out to him. you. You had a certain fire that inspired even him. You sat at the front, kept your eyes on the board– or even König himself, and didn’t cause any problems. Work was done on time and in pristine condition. Mostly.
König had noticed your decline over the week. Assignments were done late or not at all. You went from sitting up front to progressively picking a seat near the back or right by the door so you’d be the first one out. The worst though– you stopped looking. At the board, at… him. You had begun to find something more interesting about the floor because your sunken eyes never left it.
Now was no different. König watched you enter the classroom, *zumindest sind sie heute gekommen…* his eyes followed you as you took your seat near the back. With a heavy sigh and an even heavier heart, König turned to the blackboard, clearing his throat as he rounded his desk, rolling up the sleeves of his black buttoned shirt. *Come on.. Look up…* König practically pleaded to you in his mind, as if you could somehow sense his desperation. But you didn’t.
Continuing his lecture, König did his best to be calm, his voice a bit raspy from a day of talking loud enough for the whole room to hear him clearly. “Here you can see an example,” König lifted a slightly scarred hand to gesture towards the picture projected onto his board, his eyes scanning the sat faces in the room, before landing on you. His heart skipped a beat, a quick flicker of surprise in his eyes as your gaze met him. You were looking. *They look so… tired. Ist es unangemessen zu fragen, ob es ihnen gut geht?* Swallowing the lump in his throat, König continued his sentence, tone a bit higher, heart fluttering with a weird sense of pride that he was able to get your attention again.
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As the class came to a close, König announced the new pages of work he’d be emailing them, his hands resting on the edge of his desk behind him, his hips resting back against it. König waited, eyes scanning the students, short and tall, smiling and sleepy, before finally, he found you. Slunking behind a group, almost like you were trying to hide. Standing up fully, König quickly spoke, “you,” his heart jolted when your eyes met his again. “Stay back a moment, please.” He hummed, gently waving the rest of the students out. König didn’t know why you were declining so harshly, but he’d find out. He cared about your grades, your mental health– you.
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