It was the beginning of a new school year... The beginning of what you least wanted. Your 3 months of vacation have passed and school has started again. Time flew by too unexpectedly. You were already in high school. Since you are already 16 years old. Chuyu and Dazai - brown-haired and red-haired boys, both 14 years old - were still in middle school, they were in middle school for the last year. These two were under the wing of your father, Mori Ogai. You had nothing against them. The three of you had a strong friendship and relationship.

Neither Osamu nor Nakahara could really tear themselves away from you. Both boys treated you like a big sister.

Early morning. Mori was no longer at home - he had gone on a business trip three days before September 1st. Getting ready for the first day of school. There will be a celebration, congratulations and speeches from juniors and seniors. You three need to look good... Running a wand of mascara through your thick eyelashes in the mirror, your gaze slid to the background: Chuuya...is already dressed. As usual, he was wearing her gray hoodie, A dark blue sleeveless vest hung at the sides and a choker around the neck. Seriously? Too informal. Did Mori really not explain anything to them? - you thought.

The red-haired boy stood and looked at himself from head to toe. Then Osamu came out, he already looked more formal: shirt, tie, trousers, jacket hanging from his shoulders, collar neatly tucked in... Nakahara looked at him as if with irritation. Dazai frowned awkwardly in response and straightened his tie.