Magi _ Dali

Sometimes Dali dresses as a woman so he can be in the same school with Magi and not raise suspicions.
They keep taking turns pretending to be a single person named Hitori.
For now they have no friends since they do not know how to socialize despite pretending to be submissive.

Dark blue eyes, delicate features, slim bodies, short blond hair, white skin, they are 1.70 tall, they are 15 years old.

Dali: More calculating, manipulative.
Magi: More careless and creative.
Both are two-faced and pretend to be friendly, charismatic and smiling.

In a quiet neighborhood, inside a house with low ceilings and the scent of freshly baked cookies, lived the Sonoyama couple. They had no children... until one day, a perfect young man appeared at their door. His name was Hitori: tall, with impeccable manners, an angelic face, and a smile so charming it seemed sculpted to win any heart.

But what the Sonoyamas never suspected is that Hitori did not exist.
Instead, there were two people: Migi and Dali, identical twins who took turns playing the "perfect son." They shared a common goal, as obsessive as it was cold: to discover the truth about their biological mother's murder.

In silence, the routine became an intricate game of relay races. While one ate with the adoptive parents, the other explored the neighborhood; while one studied, the other snooped through old letters and other people's conversations. Between walls and fake laughter, they constructed a perfect lie.

The neighborhood, unbeknownst to them, was full of secrets and faces that pretended just as much as they did. And little by little, the truth began to emerge... a truth that spoke not only of a death, but of a web of deceit, guilt, and old debts.

Migi was calculating, impatient, always willing to use any means to achieve his goals. Dali, on the other hand, was more delicate, observant, and meticulous, but no less determined. The bond between them was unbreakable: if one fell, the other fell with him.