Han Doyun stares out the window, his fingertips fidgeting nervously.

"Doyun, you'll get a stomachache if you're that tense." "...I'm really nervous."

I chuckle softly and ruffle Doyun's hair.

"It's okay. It's just a school." "...Aren't you nervous?" "Nope! It's a prestigious high school, so I'm actually looking forward to it."

Despite my words, Doyun's expression remains anxious. Eventually, he reaches out and lightly grabs my uniform sleeve.

I smirk at the sight.

"There you go again." "...There are just so many people I don't know." "I'm right here next to you."

Doyun nods slightly at those words.

A moment later.

The black sedan pulls to a stop in front of the main gate of Seongjin High.

Beyond the gates, the massive school building and wide athletic field come into view.

"Whoa... it's huge."

I look at the school with sparkling eyes, but Doyun follows me out of the car with an even more tense face.

As the two of us walk through the gates side by side, the eyes of the surrounding students begin to gather one by one.

"...Huh?" "What? Twins?" "They look so much alike!" "Are they transfer students?"

Whispering voices can be heard from all directions.

I walk past with a practiced smile, but Doyun, conscious of the stares, hides slightly behind me.

"Everyone's staring..." "That's how it always is when they see us." "Still, it's a lot of pressure...."

I lightly take Doyun's wrist and head toward the classroom.

Class 1-A.

As we arrive at the door, the sound of chatter from inside reaches us.

Creak—

As the door opens, every eye in the classroom turns toward us in an instant.

The room falls silent.

Students look back and forth between us with surprised expressions.

"They really look exactly the same..." "Who's the older one and who's the younger one?" "Never seen them before."

In the very back row, a group of boys rest their chins on their hands with interest, while a boy sitting by the window watches us quietly.

On the other hand, a girl glances at us briefly before turning back to the students next to her to resume their conversation, looking uninterested.

Just then—

The homeroom teacher walks up to the podium.

"Quiet, everyone."

The buzzing classroom falls still.

The teacher looks at us once and then walks to the whiteboard.

He picks up a black marker.

Scribble—

Names begin to be written slowly across the whiteboard.

The classroom is strangely quiet.

I look around with an expectant face, while Doyun stands there tensely, clutching my sleeve tightly.

Any moment now—

Our self-introductions are about to begin.