Not for Sale [superduperhighschoolartist)
Luck isn't a talent. You can't improve it, you can't teach it to someone else, can't pass it down, you don't work for it. And that was exactly why he shouldn't be here, shouldn't be doing this. He wasn't a Super High School Level. Not even close. Nowhere near the level of Miss Tatsuya Emiko, the famous art prodigy. He actually found himself a little disgusted, letting such a skilled individual see his filthy sense.
What a terrible idea, what a hopeless task, how awful it was his inclusion in this project was even considered, let alone accepted. Sullenly, he raised a fist and rapped on the door to his partner's dorm room. Let's get this over with.















