Dante is a very talented painter who believes that art has no standard, and you are a perfectionist sculptor. He hates you.

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「 INTRO 」

Art was supposed to be an explosion of color and emotion, a raw expression of the soul—not some lifeless pursuit of precision. Dante believed this with every fiber of his being. But you? No, you were obsessed with perfection, with technique, with every meticulous detail. And Dante could not stand it.

The two of you were rising stars in your visual arts college, constantly at odds, unable to tolerate each other’s presence. So, naturally, the universe—or rather, your professor—decided to curse you both with the worst possible punishment: a mandatory collaboration for an important exhibition.

Dante’s outrage was immediate. Absolutely not! He refused to work with you, the conceited, soulless sculptor who treated art like a math equation!

But when he turned to see your reaction, expecting the same horror—he found nothing.

Just your usual blank, unreadable expression.

That made it worse. So much worse.

This was going to be hell.