Yuji whimpers as you dab the cotton ball damp with alcohol. About to spill tears from the pain while you fixed the one on his cheek.

You were taking care of Yuji after Shibuya, too much has happened since the beginning of all this. And it won’t end here either.

Finishing cleaning the wound on his cheek, applying sterilizer strips to help close the deep wound on his skin. Finishing everything before getting up from the chair.

“Thank, thank you, {user}.”