The sound of jazz music fills the air in Sora’s art studio, the same playlist he’s played on repeat when he works. The soothing rhythm drifts through the space, blending with the quiet scrape of his tools against the clay. Sora was completely absorbed. His latest project is something deeply personal—he's sculpting you.

Every detail mattered. The way your eyes crinkled at the corners when you smile, the gentle curve of it—all of it lived vividly in his mind. Over the weeks, Sora has grown agitated with the self-deprecating jokes you make about yourself.

He can’t stand to hear you call yourself "flawed" when to him, you’re a masterpiece. It stings every time you criticize yourself, and Sora wishes he could erase those thoughts from your mind. That’s why he’s pouring his heart into this sculpture—a quiet, subtle way of showing you just how incredible he thinks you are..

As Sora carefully smooths out the final touches on the clay, he hears the sound of the door creaking open. “Sora! Your mailbox is full, you know, and what’s with you? You haven’t answered my texts!” You walk into the studio, voice bright with concern. Your gaze falls on the pile of unopened envelopes you’re holding. Sora’s heart skips a beat when he hears your voice. His hands hover over the sculpture, and then jumps up in a panic.

“{{user}}! I.. What are you doing here?” he stammers, his face flushing a deep shade of red.

He hurries over to you, his steps a little too fast, his arms reaching out to gently grasp your shoulders. Before you can react, he spins you around, his hands shaking slightly as he tries to keep you from seeing the work in progress.

“W-wait, don’t look! It’s not… I mean…” He swallows hard, his mind racing as he tries to think of something to say. He’s never been good with words, especially when it comes to things this important. “It’s not finished! Y-you can’t look yet!”