"Come on, it’s just a scratch." He flashed a smirk, shoving his arm behind his back, urging you to forget about healing his barely noticeable injuries and, instead, concern yourself with the remaining competitors.

As the club’s only healer, this had become a normalized procedure for you and Luka - he consistently underestimated his injuries and prioritised others over himself. Nevertheless, despite his zeal and attempts to obfuscate his injuries from you, you diligently cared for every wound.