“Strangely resembles…”
At first glance, it was an appearance that bore a striking resemblance to me. It wasn’t about the atmosphere but the harmony of eyes, nose, and mouth, very external aspects. Somehow, she was a woman with a finite impression, where everything seemed round. That’s why I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
I spontaneously recalled the moment when Jun’s gaze fell on this photo. Jun might have encountered this photo among countless profile pictures while scrolling through. Perhaps Jun, too, was staring as if enchanted, imagining the appearance of ‘Haru’ she would portray.
I envisioned scenes that this actress would perform. The excitement this one photo gave was significant. Memories that would vaguely appear on the screen suddenly felt closer to reality.
Will you act well too, actress? Please do well.
I earnestly asked an actress I hadn’t even met yet. I chuckled.
I carefully examined the resumes. There were sporadic bold lines above the sentences Jun had skimmed through. I chased after those parts, jumping over the sentences Jun had passed by. Soon, my gaze caught a sentence moving back and forth.
‘Height: 162 cm,’ ‘Foot size: 225’
These were marks left by Jun, who knew my exact height and shoe size. Even though it had become a bit blurry over the past nine years, it wasn’t strange.
…There will probably be only me who gets moved looking at her height and shoe size. Really…
I asked below the lips, which were about to lengthen horizontally. I found and skimmed through the blue lines Jun had marked again. And at that moment, a single word that Jun had distinctly underlined with two bold lines captured my gaze. My slightly opened lips stayed like that for a while.
“Because of her round facial features, she often hears people say she looks like Doraemon.”
In this sentence, Jun underlined only the word ‘Doraemon.’ I knew the reason well.
Perhaps Jun, like me now, couldn’t easily move on from that word and, for a moment, wandered alone through the faint memories of the day we first met nine years ago.
Just like me right now.
“Her name is Haru, and she really looks like Haru. How can she be so beautiful?”
Surrounding a square table that seemed ridiculously small compared to the number of five people, I felt like I was the one surrounded, not the table.
Jun’s mother, with an elegantly styled hair that was firmly held without a single strand floating, gently tucked the side of my hair that had fallen down a bit behind my ear, giving compliments for which I didn’t know how to respond.
Getting accustomed to compliments when you hear them face-to-face is still challenging.
At that moment, Jun’s sister, a fourth-year college graduate, cut her hair refreshingly short, not touching her shoulders, spoke with a refreshing tone as much as her haircut.
“Did Jun do any mischief between us when we were not around? If I had known such a beautiful girl was coming, I should have been guarding the house. It would have been more surprising for Jun to suddenly come in when I was already feeling awkward in this unfamiliar place.”
Jun’s older sister, Jin, had not spoken a single accurate word.
It was me who, without unpacking my luggage at someone else’s house, casually took hold of the sofa and took a nap. Jun, wearing a thick school uniform in the middle of summer, ran over sweating profusely, fearing I might be waiting.
When that girl arrived, I was lying on the sofa, lazily gazing at her round appearance. On that day, I sighed disappointedly after finding it, and Jun, quietly, moved all my belongings that I had carelessly left in the entrance.
“Oh, Unnie, no. He treated me very kindly. I’m the one who’s indebted.”
So, I spontaneously praised Jun, taking advantage of the moment when Jin’s sister’s words ended, because there were many corners where I felt uncomfortable. Fortunately, Jun remained silent.
As if watching, I glanced at Jun several times. Then, at some point, our eyes met. Even when silently rolling her eyes and looking back at Jun, Jun’s gaze was fixed on me.
Jun had already noticed my introverted and reserved personality, which was prone to being shy. He looked at my face without any movement and silently spoke.
‘Are you okay?’
‘Huh?’
‘Are you okay?’
However, at that moment, I turned my head in the direction where the noise had suddenly come from.
“My mom and Jun’s mom work in Nagasaki, so they stay there during the weekdays. Usually, it’s just Jin and Jun who live here together. But, well, it’s probably more comfortable for people of the same age to live together, right?”
Jun’s father, whose wrinkles around the eyes seemed to represent a benevolent disposition rather than the traces of time. He felt more like a friendly neighbor uncle than an authoritative professor.
“Well, that’s probably right. I heard Jun is going to enter a short-term language course as a foreign student at Haru’s school, right? If you have any difficulties or don’t know anything about school life, ask Jun. Annoy him as much as you want, okay?”
My Step-brother Is Obsessed With Me (Female-dominant)
A gentle female protagonist vs pitiful in the early stage, and a sick male protagonist in the later stage
Cheng Songer transmigrated into the body of a vicious cannon fodder female supporting character with the same name as her in a female-dominant novel.
In the original story, the cannon fodder female supporting character was inhumane, committing domestic violence, gambling excessively, being lustful, and even wanting to sell her stepbrother to a brothel for money.
As luck would have it, she just happened to transmigrate at this time.
Seeing Cheng Qingzhi biting his lip, enduring the tears in his eyes, looking pitiful, her heart softened.
She stuffed the money back into the Madam’s hand and reached out to him.
“Brother, come home with me.”
