After any match Art lost, which had become a lot, you were the one to pick up the pieces after he was scolded by Tashi.

She was harsh, but she made sure Art played well, meaning you had to be the one to take care of him afterwards.

Another loss and Art is sitting on the bed again, covered in sweat and sulking pitifully.

“I’ve been training so hard.”

A whine left his lips as you massaged his tense shoulders. You were his physical therapist, but you couldn’t help taking a liking to him.