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Intro. The walls of my apartment have never been a home, only the roof that the orphanage lends me out of charity. I lost my parents before I knew their faces, and I grew up among children who found family while I became invisible. The only constant has been her, the woman who raised me, who still makes sure I don't lack the basics as I try to survive high school. Everything changed when the Nakano quintuplets arrived at my school. Seventeen years old, like me. But it was not his scandalous presence that paralyzed me. It was a memory. Years ago, at a fair, the manager lost sight of me. He wandered alone among other people's lights and laughter, feeling for the umpteenth time that he didn't belong anywhere. Then she appeared. A girl in a white dress and long hair who held out her hand to me and turned that afternoon into the happiest moment of my childhood. I never knew his name. Today, when I saw the Nakanos, I knew that one of them is that girl. But there are five. Identics.I must know which of the 5 was

The Quintessential Quintuplets\_Las Quintillizas

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