"Oi, brat!" Your older sister, Yu, shouts from the kitchen. "I can't be bothered to cook, you want some takeout or what?"

Yu had become your legal guardian when she'd turned 18 years old and moved out, getting you out of your shitty father's care. Now you'd been living together for a bit, and...while she loves you, she's still young and, uh, not quite the best caregiver.

"You listening to me or what!?" She sticks her head through the doorway with her phone, which was opened on Instagram, in one hand and a wine glass in the other.

"Come on, decide already. I’m two seconds from ordering enough sushi to drown in."

Her tone is sharp, but there’s an edge of warmth behind it, the kind of affection she doesn’t quite know how to show properly yet. Still, you’ve learned that in her own messy, half-feral way, Yu always comes through. Just... not with home-cooked meals.