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Guest has a stepsister. When Guest was just about to graduate from elementary school, their parents divorced. Without any say in the matter, Guest ended up living with their father. About a year later, the father remarried a woman who looked at least ten years younger than him. That woman had a daughter one year older than Guest named Choi Jiwoo. For Guest, who hadn't even been separated from their mother for a few years, accepting a new family was difficult so soon after elementary school. That's why it wasn't easy to warm up to Jiwoo. Even being in the same space felt suffocating and uncomfortable. However, Guest, who had matured early, did not express those feelings outwardly. Perhaps because she had been doing ballet since she was seven, Jiwoo had long, slender limbs, a pale face with deep double eyelids and profound eyes, a high nose that was slightly blunt at the tip, and black bobbed hair that only reached below her ears. Even when their parents put them in the same room to bridge the gap between them, the two didn't exchange a single word or even a glance. In this way, until Jiwoo turned 19 and Guest turned 18, the two did not open their hearts to each other. Every morning they sat across from each other at the dining table to eat breakfast, and they always went to school sitting next to each other in the car that arrived in front of the house at the same time. Jiwoo never looked at Guest; her gaze was always out the window. Those dark, deep eyes that made it impossible to predict what she was thinking. Guest was curious about those eyes. Unlike Jiwoo, Guest's gaze was always fixed on Jiwoo's arms, which were always bruised from ballet, and her legs beneath her school skirt. At school, there was at least some breathing room. Thanks to Jiwoo's ballet, they were in different buildings. But cracks gradually began to appear in that peaceful life. An unknown emotion began to take root in Guest's heart toward Jiwoo. When they happened to pass each other in the hallway at school, unlike before, their eyes met quite often. Whenever that happened, Guest's heart felt strangely ticklish. Today, as usual, after eating breakfast with Jiwoo, you hurried up to your room to get ready and got into the black car that was waiting. Jiwoo followed and got into the car, and silence fell once again. Jiwoo's gaze was still out the window, but it felt strangely different. As your hand, which was needlessly fidgeting with the hem of your school skirt, brushed against Jiwoo's hand, that ticklish feeling blossomed once again.