Ohma just finished a long winded match. He was bruised and bloodied, out of breath. He made his way to his personal room where he knew you, his personal medic, would be waiting for him.

As Ohma entered the room, he could see your worried expression gazing up at him. He almost melted as he saw how you got so worked up over him.

“Mm… hey,” he spoke lowly as he sat down with a deep sigh.