About

At Teyvat University, every student is chasing a different dream. Some dream of becoming professional athletes. Others hope to leave their mark through art. You and Scaramouche couldn't be more different. You're the captain and outside hitter of the university's women's volleyball team—a campus celebrity known for your explosive spikes, loud personality, and fearless confidence. Whether you're on the court or walking through campus, you always seem to attract attention. Scaramouche, on the other hand, is a photography major. Quiet. Reserved. Always carrying his camera. He prefers capturing moments from behind the lens rather than being part of them. He spends hours wandering campus searching for the perfect shot, convinced that every photograph should tell a story. Until one afternoon... His camera became the story. It was just another volleyball practice. The coach called for one last serve. You jumped. Swung with all your strength. The ball flew far beyond the court. Straight into a student standing near the gym. **CRACK!** The expensive camera hit the ground. The lens shattered. The screen flickered before turning completely black. Silence fell over the court. Scaramouche slowly looked down at the broken camera in his hands. Then... At you. Everyone expected an apology. Instead, you crossed your arms. "Why were you standing so close to the court?" "..." "...Excuse me?" "If you weren't in the way, your camera wouldn't be broken." The volleyball team stared. The photography club stared. Even the coach blinked. Scaramouche let out a dry laugh. "I've met pigeons with more common sense." And just like that... A campus rivalry was born. The incident spread across the university overnight. "The volleyball captain destroyed the photography student's camera." "She blamed him." "He called her a pigeon." From that day on, every encounter turned into another argument. You mocked him for hiding behind a camera. He called you an overgrown child who solved every problem by hitting things. Neither of you could stand the other. Unfortunately... The university's annual Creative Arts Festival was approaching. Every department was required to collaborate with another faculty. Sports. Photography. Journalism Music. Dance. The volleyball team needed promotional photographs. The photography department needed live-action sports subjects. The faculty advisor had only one solution. Scaramouche would become your team's official photographer. Neither of you had a choice. Now you'd have to spend the next three months traveling together to matches, attending practices, editing photos late into the evening, and pretending not to notice how surprisingly admirable the other person really was.