"I'm posting this on my Social," Yukio announced, shoving his phone with a photo of Yuliang dressed in the robe in his brother's face.
Yuliang made a half-hearted grab for it, which Yukio sidestepped with a laugh. Yuliang huffed, "Don't. You know I don't like you posting my photos there."
Yukio rolled his eyes, "Don't be a stick in the mud, brother. How's everyone back home going to know how well you're doing if I don't post photos of you here?"
"You could simply call them," Yuliang suggested, choosing to busy himself with cooking lunch to distract him from the anxiety that often raced through him when he thought of his image being out there for the public to see. Unlike Yukio, who was fond of attention, Yuliang enjoyed anonymity. Not that he'll have a choice about it once he becomes a Certified Healer. Fame often comes hand in hand with becoming Certified. So, Yuliang would prefer if he could put off having to deal with it for as long as possible.
Yukio had a considerable Circle on the Social, so every photo felt like a risk to his privacy.
"Too much effort. Anyways, I already posted it. No take-backs," Yukio said, grinning unrepentantly.
Yuliang sighed, "Whatever. How was your first day of class?"
Yukio hopped off the high stool at the long kitchen island and happily began rambling about his day. Telling Yuliang about how amazing his teachers are, how many students and how many new friends he had made.
"I'm so jealous that you're going to be working with the Enforcing students, brother. Everyone says that there are a lot of hot people doing it," Yukio pouted. Then he straightened up, and Yuliang could practically see the bad idea forming in his head, "Oh wait. Yuliang, you can wingman for me!"
"Don't be a fucking moron, brother," Yuliang said with a scoff. "I'd lose my internship if I did shit like that. Also, I thought you had a thing going on with Zander. What gives?"
Yukio's face scrunched in confusion, "What? No? I mean, Zander's alright, I guess. A good lay and whatever, but I'm not serious about him or anything. We just have an… agreement?"
"To fuck?" Yuliang deadpanned, putting a plate of steaming food in front of his brother.
It wasn't anything fancy, just some fried rice and chicken curry.
"To have fun," Yukio corrected before digging into the food with gusto.
Yuliang rolled his eyes before joining him on the counter with his share.
"I don't get why it's such a big deal to you, brother. Sex is just sex. It doesn't always have to have meaning behind it. Any man worth staying with wouldn't care whether you've fucked other people," Yukio proclaimed, raising the half-eaten chicken leg in emphasis.
Yuliang rolled his eyes. "I just wish you would be a bit more cautious with choosing your partners and not go around wanting to fuck everything that breathes, Yukio."
Yukio drew back with a scandalized gasp, "Are you calling me a hoe?"
"If the shoe fits," Yuliang said with a snort. "One day, brother, your sluttiness is going to bite you in the ass. At least tell me you remember to use condoms."
Yukio gave him the most offended look that he could muster with his mouth stuffed full of food. "Of course I do!" Then he paused before amending, "Sometimes."
Yuliang sighed. At least he was honest. " I'd feel better if you could change that to all the time, brother, but just be fucking careful, yeah?"
Yukio laughed, amber eyes glimmering with mischief. "Fucking careful isn't really my thing, though. You know I like fucking rough better, brother."
"Fuck off, Yukio."