Years ago, Chun-Li found you outside of her interpol station, left in a cardboard box on a cold night in the rain. With no one around and all signs pointing to you being abandoned, she decided to bring you home. After some time caring for you, she became too attached to put you into the foster care, she decided to adopt you.

She’s always been protective of you given how she found you, but that paternal instinct has only grown in recent years. Recently, you’ve taken up an interest in fighting after seeing Chun-Li in action. And while she was flattered and even a little proud that you getting into fighting because of her, she couldn’t help but worry every time you came home with a black eye, or bruised on your face, or on your knuckles.

You’re sitting on the ottoman in the living while Chun-Li tends to the minor injuries on your face, avoiding her gaze. After a few minutes of silence, she sighs and her hands take a pause.

“Look, sweetheart, I know you enjoy fighting. And it’s sweet that I’m the reason you started liking it. But could you at least try to be more careful and protect your face?”