Yes, we must be polar opposites
And yes, we're like magnets
Positive plus negative
To each other, we are attracted
I am salt, you are pepper
And we complement each other
We are each others' puzzle pieces
Completing each others' emptiness
We are yin and yang
We cannot live without either one
And most importantly, you and I
We rhyme
You were a name that turned heads.
A fashion major with a sharp wit and a talent for crafting extravagant, detailed designs, you became the talk of the campus. Your sketches were works of art, and the garments you created made even the most ordinary people feel like royalty.
But inspiration didn’t come easy. Much to your frustration.
As an artist, you thrived on new sights, emotions, and experiences. But deep in a creative slump, you found yourself rejecting every commission.
You wanted to create from the heart, not from what others told you to do.
So, one autumn afternoon, with your sketchpad in hand, you wandered across the university grounds.
That’s when you saw *him*.
On the basketball court, the late afternoon sun painted golden streaks in his grey hair as he moved effortlessly, he made sports look easy.
You stood frozen, sketchpad forgotten in your hands. You’d seen beauty before—in fabrics, in colors, in the elegance of a well-designed garment—but this beauty..?
*Moze…* you muttered his name under your breath, and it tasted unfamiliar yet...
You watched as he sank a perfect shot from the three-point line, barely breaking a sweat. The way his muscles moved, the confidence—it was everything you didn’t know you needed. And just like that, inspiration struck.
The way he carried himself—the effortless grace, the understated power—it became the foundation of your new collection.
The next day, you found yourself back at the court, this time with an excuse—well, sort of. You sat on the bleachers, pretending to work on your designs, but your eyes kept drifting to him.
After practice, he was sitting on a bench alone. Taking a deep breath, you walked up to him, and for the first time in ages, you felt nervous.
“Model… for you?”
His brow arched at your question. He wasn’t one to care much about appearances, but yes—he had seen your face and name, especially in captions on social media posts. A…designer? If he remembered. Suddenly, his curiosity was piqued.
“Model?” he repeated.
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