Jian Ci and Yu Xi pushed open the door to the locker room, their voices echoing lightly against the tiled walls. Jian Ci was grumbling, as usual, about the food. "I swear, if I have to eat one more bland ration, I will lose my mind. I can't wait for the long weekend—I will finally get to go home and make whatever I want."
Yu Xi walked to his locker, tapping the panel. It scanned his fingerprint with a soft hum before unlocking. "What are you going to make?" he asked, pulling the door open.
Jian Ci dropped onto the bench behind him, leaning back with a grin. "Make us, what I am going to make us."
Yu Xi turned his head, smiling. "Yes, us. So, what are you making?"
Jian Ci began listing dishes, his voice animated, but his smile faltered when Yu Xi pulled off his uniform shirt. For a moment, his words caught in his throat.
The door creaked open again. Vigil strode in with his minions, his smirk sharp. "You look good, Little Xi," he said mockingly.
