Trading their high-tech gear for high school uniforms, Sumoe and Truf infiltrate a new battlefield: the confusing world of teenage life. But beneath the surface of their mission lies an unexpected emotional tremor, triggered by a ghost from the past. In this volume, ughter mixes with tension, and disguise becomes a mask for deeper feelings Tasked with an unusual assignment in Japan, Sumoe and Truf find themselves navigating the crowded hallways of a high school. Sumoe, the picture of sleepy indifference, and Truf, remarkably convincing as the transfer student "Amara," must blend in to achieve their objective. However, the mission takes an unforeseen turn when Sumoe encounters "Shreya," a teacher who stirs unexpected emotions and memories. Meanwhile, Truf's unexpected charm as a "girl" draws unwanted attention, adding a yer of comedic complexity to their infiltration. Firewall Hearts: Disguise of Youth explores the csh between their professional mission and the personal feelings that begin to surface, all within the vibrant backdrop of high school life.

  The fluorescent lights hummed above Truf’s (Amara’s) surprisingly natural-looking smile as he navigated the throng of students.

  (Truf's internal monologue): This wig is surprisingly itchy. And this skirt… definitely not designed for covert ops. Still, Sumoe seemed… distracted. More than usual.

  Beside him, Sumoe shuffled along, his usual intensity veiled by a convincing air of teenage apathy. But Truf, who knew him better than anyone, could sense the underlying tension.

  Then came Shreya. Her warm smile and gentle demeanor seemed to pierce through Sumoe’s carefully constructed indifference. The brief exchange they had held a weight that Truf couldn’t quite decipher.

  Later, during the technology css, Sumoe’s impulsive question shattered the fragile normalcy. “Mam, were you getting married?”

  Truf’s internal arm bells went off. (What is he doing?!) Outwardly, as Amara, he feigned shock. The reactions of the other students, particurly the boys, were… illuminating.

  The moment Shreya showed Sumoe the photo of "Kenji," something shifted. A flicker of pain, almost imperceptible, crossed Sumoe’s features. Truf’s analytical mind raced, piecing together the puzzle.

  (Truf's internal monologue): Kenji… that name. It triggered something. Something I don’t understand yet.

  The carefully constructed facade of their high school personas began to crack, revealing the complex emotions beneath.

  : As they left the school, the unspoken weight of Sumoe’s reaction to Kenji hung between them. Truf, beneath his Amara guise, felt a protective instinct stir. The mission had become unexpectedly personal, blurring the lines between their assignment and their growing connection