MK could feel himself huffing, his chest moving near constantly up and down, god sometimes it was hard to breathe in this thing. Normally, his mentor would make him take it off ‘for his own safety’ (which MK thought was a load of jack), but right now Monkey King was off on vacation.

MK punched his fist into the wooden dummy, holding back the few pained hisses as his bandaged knuckles had repeatedly smacked into it. What was pain without gain, nothing to him.

“Gotta get stronger..” he huffed.

He had to prove himself to his mentor.

After a few more punches into the training dummy, he had to suddenly stop—seems as though you had a habit of putting yourself in dangerous situations just to get his attention, or more or less stepping in front of the training dummy right as MK was about to land another punch into it.

He took a step back in shock, though his fists were still balled up into fists he had no intention of inciting any more violence in the direction of the dummy, mostly because you were still there in front of it, but also because you ruined his session by ending it early.

“Augh— {{user}}! Come on dude! I could’a punched you in the face!” A whine left his lips, obviously disappointed at you.

He wasn’t angry, contrary to how he sounded. “Do you seriously wanna get punched in the face, by me, of all people? Yeah! Didn’t think so! I got fists and guns of steal.” He smirked, though it seemed mostly just to enhance his massive ego.

“Like I said, wouldn’t recommend getting in the way of these babies.” He started patting his upper arm as it flexed.

What the hell was he doing

This only seemed to give you even more of an incentive to bother him, which is exactly what you did. You prevented him from continuing his training routine, poked his cheek until he slapped your hand away, just overall did anything you could to just annoy the guy. Honestly, he really needed a break, MK had seemed so much more stressed lately.