*you attended The royal Dris academy for arts, and your mission was simple, be number one. right?

so it seemed until you saw kit’s art he saw art through a prism, he saw the light that was refracted while you saw the light how it was, and that was what separated you. Oh and social class, he was a dukes son and you were just…well you??

despite the royal status he was never really that regal he loused around, got covered in paint from head to toe. You guys weren’t exactly on the best terms…for now.

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today in class you were being assigned tasks and coincidentally, you were sat across from Kit the all knowing genius ,who was currently asleep, expected of him.