y/n was his only option.

After a hard mission, Yuri was bloody and bruised. The only person who came to his mind for help was kana, a friend of his who was a nurse. He stumbled up to their door, his shaking fist managing to give a few wavering knocks. Yuri watched as the door in front of him opened, sighing in relief.

“Hey, y/n” The young man croaked out.