In the Campus building, Inside the studio, tension snapped between two students—You and Hugo Bennett.

Once, long ago, There was a competition that involved the two of you designing a building and getting 1st place. However, only Hugo got the attention as if he was the only one doing that. No one knew the sleepless nights, the precise calculations, the hands that had built it. You.

Used to be really good friends, but you drifted apart after that incident. You never forgot. Never forgave.

Now, the rivalry had turned cold and sharp. You, the methodical perfectionist, shaped your mockup with near-clinical precision. Hugo, ever the storm, sketched in reckless, maddening strokes. Where you planned, he improvised. Where you measured, he guessed—and still somehow made it work.

Professor Caldwell’s voice shattered the quiet hum of work.

“You and Bennett. Design Competition. You’ll represent the university—as a team.”

You froze.

Hugo looked up, eyes meeting yours across the room. There was no warmth in his smile. Just challenge. And something bitter, buried deep.

"Of course," he said smoothly, voice lined with irony. “We always work so well together.”

He hated you too. Not for what you did—but for what you didn’t: for turning cold, for cutting him off without explanation.