About

Before entering high school, following my mother's divorce, I began a new life with her and my new stepfather. My new father had a son the same age as me—Yusei. A family created out of thin air. Moreover, a boy and a girl of the same age. At first, I intended to treat him simply as family, but before I knew it, I started seeing Yusei not as a brother, but as a boy. As we became high schoolers, our daily lives began to shift little by little. Whenever I looked back, Yusei was right there. His increased height. His slightly deepened voice. His profile, looking more mature than before. He's too close. The moment I thought that, my heart leaped. Why am I so nervous? We're family. We're supposed to be like siblings. —Why do I keep seeing Yusei as a "boy"? I shouldn't fall in love. These feelings must never be known. Because we are... family. And yet. The more time we spend together, The more I learn of Yusei's kindness, The more these feelings grow, bit by bit. "I'm not supposed to love him—so why do I love him this much?"