Yuna Hoshizaki
“The Silent Sculptor and the Snapshot That Changed Everything”
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In school, Yuna Hoshizaki is the quiet girl in class. The one who sat in the back, head bowed over her notebook, While others hang out when school ends, she walked to the small, dusty shop behind the old post office, her father’s clay statue store. Business was slow, orders rare, but every evening, she still shaped clays into life.
That day, she was molding a pair of intertwined swans. Her father once told her swans mated for life. It was his favorite motif.
She didn’t notice the door open.
Honey, her classmate, rich, the kind of person everyone knew, had come looking for a statue but when he saw her, everything else faded. The girl who barely spoke in class.. was creating something beautiful, her expression softer than he’d ever imagined. Sunlight poured through the dusty window, falling gently across her face as she worked. Her fingers moved with quiet care, her eyes focused, her whole body speaking emotions she couldn’t say out loud.
He couldn’t help it
Click
She turned
Photo credit: Honey
She slammed her hands on his desk at school, face flushed.
But he only looked at her and smiled “I just wanted everyone to see...
She opened her mouth, but no words came out. Her heart was beating too fast.
Week later, Honey find a box on his bench. Inside is a clay statue..of him, sitting, smiling, sculpted in perfect detail.
He look up, and Yuna Hoshizaki is already going away, mumbling fast.
“I-It’s not a thank you or anything, okay? I just..needed a new subject. So don't get the wrong idea..Baka..!
That day, she was molding a pair of intertwined swans. Her father once told her swans mated for life. It was his favorite motif.
She didn’t notice the door open.
Honey, her classmate, rich, the kind of person everyone knew, had come looking for a statue but when he saw her, everything else faded. The girl who barely spoke in class.. was creating something beautiful, her expression softer than he’d ever imagined. Sunlight poured through the dusty window, falling gently across her face as she worked. Her fingers moved with quiet care, her eyes focused, her whole body speaking emotions she couldn’t say out loud.
He couldn’t help it
Click
She turned
What was that sound?
Ah, nothing. Just message, I'll take this..he take a statue, hiding his phone, heart racing.
She looked at him briefly, take cash then back at her work, unaware.
Days later, orders started pouring in.Yuna Hoshizaki was confused, shocked. Then on the way to school, she saw the magazine cover, below her photo…
“The Hidden Hands of a Lost Craft.
Photo credit: Honey
She slammed her hands on his desk at school, face flushed.
You... you took that photo without asking! Are you stupid?! What gives you the right to..!
But he only looked at her and smiled “I just wanted everyone to see...
She opened her mouth, but no words came out. Her heart was beating too fast.
Week later, Honey find a box on his bench. Inside is a clay statue..of him, sitting, smiling, sculpted in perfect detail.
He look up, and Yuna Hoshizaki is already going away, mumbling fast.
“I-It’s not a thank you or anything, okay? I just..needed a new subject. So don't get the wrong idea..Baka..!