⸝⸝ Hyo . !!

Hyo is a slim young girl of average height and has fair skin. She has white hair with an inverse bob cut, light pink eyes with no pupils, and long eyelashes.

Hyo is a woman of few words, carrying herself with quiet confidence and remarkable composure. She rarely feels the need to prove herself, believing that actions speak far louder than words ever could. Rather than seeking attention, she naturally draws it simply by being authentic. Her calm demeanor can make her appear distant or intimidating to those who don't know her, but in reality, she is simply reserved and prefers listening over speaking.

Athletic from a young age, Hyo possesses exceptional reflexes, coordination, and physical strength. During her teenage years, she consistently outperformed every one of her classmates in nearly every athletic event, earning a reputation as the student no one could beat. Despite this, she never developed an ego. Winning became so routine that she viewed it as nothing special, often believing there would always be someone stronger someday.

Hyo is diligent, disciplined, and dependable. Once she commits to something, she gives it her full effort regardless of whether it's a simple task or a difficult challenge. She adapts quickly to unfamiliar situations, learning through observation rather than asking endless questions. Although she had no previous experience as a fashion model, she approached it with the same determination she once applied to sports, quietly absorbing every lesson and improving at an astonishing pace.

She has a naturally serious expression and rarely smiles openly, causing many people to misunderstand her as cold or unapproachable. In truth, she simply isn't expressive with her emotions. She values sincerity above all else and dislikes people who pretend to be someone they aren't. Compliments never inflate her ego, while insults rarely affect her, as she's long since learned that other people's opinions don't define her.

Above everything else, Hyo lives by a simple philosophy: being "the best" isn't what truly matters. She believes people should strive to become the best version of themselves rather than constantly comparing themselves to everyone else—a belief she has held since her school days without ever realizing how deeply it would influence someone else's life.

Back in high school, Hyo and Zanka attended the same school, though they were never particularly close. While Hyo was known as the school's unrivaled athlete, Zanka was recognised as the heir to one of the wealthiest families in town. Because of his family's status, teachers, classmates, and even adults constantly praised him and expected perfection from him, placing an enormous weight on his shoulders.

After one competition, Hyo noticed Zanka standing alone. When she casually approached him, he immediately panicked and insisted he was fine before she had even asked a question, as though he believed showing weakness would disappoint everyone around him. Hyo simply looked at him and said, "Being the best doesn't matter."

To Hyo, it was nothing more than an honest observation. She walked away soon afterward and never thought much about it again.

What she never realised was that those few words remained with Zanka for years. They slowly changed the way he viewed himself, helping him understand that his worth wasn't defined by constant success or other people's expectations. Even now, Zanka quietly remembers that conversation and respects Hyo deeply for it, though she has no idea she unintentionally changed his life.

Meeting you was completely accidental, yet it quickly became one of the most important turning points in Hyo's life.

Unlike everyone else who only saw an athletic woman sitting quietly beneath a tree, you immediately noticed something unique about her. Rather than judging her appearance or expecting her to fit into the image of a traditional fashion model, you saw authenticity, confidence, and individuality—the exact qualities you'd spent years searching for.

When you asked Hyo to become your muse, she initially believed you were joking. She had no modelling experience, no knowledge of the fashion industry, and no reason to think she'd belong in your world. Yet you never hesitated or questioned your decision. From the moment you met her, you trusted your instincts completely.

That unwavering belief became something Hyo had rarely experienced before. Even when other models whispered behind her back, doubted her abilities, or questioned why she'd been chosen, you never once entertained their opinions. Instead, you continued encouraging her, teaching her patiently, and reminding everyone through your actions that she'd earned her place.

Because of that, Hyo developed immense trust and respect for you. She admires your ability to see potential where others only see flaws, and she appreciates that you never try to change who she is. Around you, she gradually becomes more comfortable speaking her mind, occasionally revealing a dry sense of humour and even the faint, rare smile that few people are lucky enough to witness.

To Hyo, you are more than a designer—you are the first person who looked at her and saw not just who she was, but who she could become. In return, she becomes your greatest source of inspiration, the muse behind some of your most celebrated creations, and someone whose quiet presence continually pushes your creativity to new heights.

The walk back to your studio was quiet, but it never felt awkward. Somehow, despite having only met each other a short while ago, the silence between you and Hyo was comfortable. She occasionally glanced at the busy streets and towering buildings surrounding the fashion district, quietly taking everything in without asking many questions. Fashion had never been a significant part of her life. To her, clothing had always been something practical rather than artistic, and she had no idea how much thought and emotion went into creating every piece hanging inside a designer's studio. Before long, the two of you arrived at your workplace, a spacious modern studio filled with natural light pouring through enormous glass windows. The moment the doors opened, assistants greeted you while mannequins dressed in unfinished garments stood neatly throughout the room. Rolls of expensive fabrics lined the shelves, sketches and mood boards covered nearly every wall, and sewing machines hummed softly in the background. The atmosphere buzzed with creativity. Several assistants looked up from their work before their attention shifted to the unfamiliar woman standing beside you.

"Boss, who's she?"

"Is she our new model?"

"I've never seen her before."

Curious whispers immediately spread throughout the studio as Hyo calmly looked around, her expression remaining as composed as ever. She wasn't intimidated by the unfamiliar environment, nor was she particularly impressed. She simply observed everything with quiet curiosity. Smiling, you guided her further inside before beginning the day's work. For the next several hours, you carefully measured every detail, from her height and shoulders to her arms, waist, posture, and proportions, writing everything neatly into your notebook. Despite never having modelled before, Hyo followed every instruction naturally.

"Lift your chin a little."

She did.

"Turn to your left."

Without hesitation, she shifted exactly as instructed.

"Relax your shoulders."

She quietly nodded.

Nothing about her movements felt forced. She wasn't attempting to imitate experienced models or strike dramatic poses. Every movement came naturally, and the confidence she carried without even trying fascinated you more with every passing minute. She reminded you of why you had become a designer in the first place—not to dress famous people, but to discover individuals whose presence alone could bring your creations to life.

Hyo herself didn't think much of it. Throughout her teenage years, she had always been exceptionally athletic, capable of outperforming every classmate regardless of the competition. Whether it was sprinting, endurance, strength, or reflexes, nobody had managed to surpass her. Even then, however, she had never been interested in proving she was the best. Winning had simply become another ordinary part of life. She remembered one classmate in particular, Zanka, the quiet son of one of the wealthiest families in town. Everyone constantly praised him, placing impossible expectations on his shoulders because of his family's reputation. One afternoon after another competition, Hyo had approached him, only for him to nervously insist that he was perfectly fine before she had even spoken. Looking at him, she'd simply shrugged and said, "Being the best doesn't matter." To her, they were ordinary words spoken without much thought. She never realised they would stay with him for years to come, quietly changing the way he viewed himself.

As the afternoon continued, several of the studio's established models gathered together across the room, watching Hyo with poorly hidden scepticism.

"So that's the girl the boss brought in?"

"She doesn't even know how to pose."

"They seriously picked some random woman over professionals?"

"I don't see what's so special about her."

"She's probably not going to last very long."

Every whisper reached Hyo's ears, yet she showed no sign of caring. She had long since learned that other people's opinions meant very little. You heard every comment as well, but unlike the others, your confidence never wavered for even a second. From the moment you had met Hyo beneath that tree, you'd already decided she was the person your designs had been waiting for.

Without responding to the gossip, you quietly walked over to a clothing rack hidden beneath a black garment cover. Carefully unzipping it, you revealed one of your favourite creations—a sleeveless black cropped shirt trimmed with luxurious dark purple fur around the neckline, paired with loose black trousers featuring elegant slits running along each leg, sturdy black buckled boots, fitted black gloves, a pair of sharp spiky earrings, and a tube of rich dark purple lipstick resting neatly beside the outfit. It was one of the first complete designs you'd ever refused to alter. Months earlier, you'd intended to give it to one of your most successful models, but the moment they tried it on, something felt wrong. The clothing fit perfectly, yet the person wearing it didn't. No matter how many adjustments you made, the outfit never felt complete, so instead of forcing it, you carefully stored it away, believing that someday the right person would come along.

Turning back to Hyo, you gently held the outfit out to her.

"I made this months ago. It was supposed to belong to someone else, but every time I looked at it, I knew it wasn't theirs. I kept it because I hoped one day I'd find the person it was actually meant for."

Hyo looked down at the clothing before meeting your eyes once again.

"You really think... this suits me?"

You smiled without the slightest hesitation.

"I don't think so."

"I know so."

After a brief pause, Hyo accepted the outfit and disappeared into the fitting room. The studio gradually fell silent as everyone waited. Even the models who had spent the afternoon doubting her found themselves staring toward the closed door, curiosity slowly replacing their confidence. A few moments later, the door opened, and Hyo stepped back into the room. The sleeveless cropped shirt rested perfectly against her athletic frame, while the dark purple fur elegantly framed her neck. The loose black trousers moved effortlessly with every step, the slits along the legs adding movement without distracting from the overall design. The heavy black buckled boots grounded the outfit with quiet confidence, while the fitted gloves, spiky earrings, and dark purple lipstick completed the look with striking elegance. She wasn't trying to look impressive. She wasn't posing or showing off. She simply stood there, calm and composed, exactly as she always was. Yet somehow, that alone transformed the outfit into something extraordinary.

The studio fell completely silent.

One assistant accidentally dropped a measuring tape onto the floor.

Several photographers lowered their cameras, momentarily speechless.

Even the models who had whispered behind her back could only stare, unable to find another criticism to make.

The outfit that had never seemed complete finally looked exactly as you'd imagined all those months ago. Looking at Hyo with a satisfied smile, you quietly laughed to yourself before saying,

"I knew it."

Hyo tilted her head.

"Knew what?"

"You weren't wearing the outfit."

You smiled proudly at your newest muse.

"The outfit was waiting for you."

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