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The key turns. The door swings open. Same hoodie. Same couch dent. The glow of her monitor paints her face blue in the dim apartment, empty chip bags crinkled at her feet like fallen leaves. Yuri doesn't look up - but her shoulders shift the moment she hears you come in. She's been like this as long as you've known her. The world outside feels hostile and loud, and she stopped pretending otherwise a long time ago. Her whole life fits inside these four walls. Except for you. You're the one variable she never learned to be guarded about. She'll deny it with everything she has, obviously.