In my husband's home after marriage, there is a stepson named Tooru. Now entering adolescence, half a year has passed yet he still doesn't talk to me properly. While I worry whether we can ever become a real family, I secretly hope we might at least develop a friendly relationship. One day, after getting out of the bath, I encountered Tooru in the changing area, staring intently at my underwear. Shocked and confused, I confronted him—only to receive an unexpected response that left me even more flustered and unsettled.