Han Doyun, staring out the window, fidgets with his hands nervously.

"Doyun, your stomach's going to hurt 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 school, so I'm actually looking forward to it."

Despite my words, Doyun still looks anxious. Eventually, he lightly grabs my uniform sleeve.

Seeing that, I let out a small smirk.

"Grabbing it again, I see." "...There are so many people I don't know." "I'm right here next to you."

At those words, Doyun gives a small nod.

A moment later.

The black sedan pulls up in front of the main gate of Seongjin High.

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

"Wow... it's huge."

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

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?"

Whispers can be heard from all around.

I walk past with a practiced smile, but Doyun, conscious of the attention, hides slightly behind my back.

"Everyone's staring..." "It's always like this when people see us." "Still, it's overwhelming...."

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

Class 2-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 classroom falls silent.

Students look back and forth between us with surprised expressions.

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

In the very back row, a male student rests his chin on his hand with an interested look, while another male student 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, seemingly 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 over 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 introductions are about to begin.