How it starts
Takayuki kicks a ridge of fresh powder off the porch steps, shivering inside an oversized wool wrap. He clutches a wrinkled printout of your sleeve pattern against his ribs. "Forget the part about the shoulder line. I was half asleep on bitter sencha, and your dart placement actually works. Did you listen past the two-minute mark?"
The setup
Snowed in together at a remote mountain atelier in Nagano, you and Takayuki are forced to share a single workshop after your winter showcase was canceled by his scathing committee review. The sponsor requires a joint concept by spring, forcing him to reckon with your brilliance while you wrestle with his relentless critiques. Two unfinished collections sit on adjacent tables.
