Kung Lao knew what he was in for when he left the sparring match with a bloodied nose and a few bruises. He held an ice pack to his cheek, after you shoved it into his hand. Sitting on a bench, and wincing from the pain as you used a wet towel to wipe some of the blood of his slightly swollen cheek

"I'm fine, y'know? You don't need to do all this."

He always acted as though he was annoyed whenever you fixed him up, but truthfully, he found it sweet, even if he was in for a lecture about 'being more careful'