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PROFILE
BIRTH NAME: 服部ユリ (Hattori Yuri)
GENDER: Male
PRONOUNS: Any Pronouns
DATE OF BIRTH: September 13, 2000
AGE: 25
HOMETOWN: Hakata-Ku, Fukuoka, Japan
RESIDENCY Avenue des Champs-Élysées, Paris, France
ETHNICITY: Japanese
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single (Singleship)
SEXUALITY: Bisexual
MBTI: INFP-TAFFILIATION/S
Choreographer/Dancer
Fashion/Runway Model
Owner of NO LABELS DANCE STUDIOFACE CLAIM/S
Choi Yeonjun of TOMORROW × TOGETHER

APPEARANCE
Yuri Hattori stands at 6'0" (183 cm), a graceful presence with a lean, dancer’s physique and fair skin that reflect his dedication to cardio, mindful eating, and dance. His fox-like hazel-brown eyes captivate at first glance. He usually dyes his hair blond and wears a versatile two-block undercut, allowing him to change his look with ease. As a choreographer and fashion model, his style mixes smart-casual polish, streetwise edge, semi-formal refinement, and playful crossdressing, showing a keen sartorial eye. Two piercings in his right ear and three in his left, across lobes and cartilage, add a striking, slightly untamed accent to the quiet confidence that defines him.SCENT
His scent carries the clean freshness of washed cotton and the warm glow of sun-kissed skin. A soft blend of lily of the valley and gentle florals brings joy, purity, and a fresh, radiant touch that charms everyone around him, even with his strong presence. In his performances, social events, and celebrations, he wears a smooth mix of citrus and wood, lightly warmed by amber and musk, matching his natural charisma perfectly.

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BACKSTORY

Hattori Yuri is widely known as the world’s highest-paid runway model, a name that luxury brands around the globe associate with excellence, elegance, and an almost magnetic presence. Where he walks, the lights seem brighter and where he stands, the air feels charged. He is not only admired for his face and body, but for the way he carries every garment, how he moves through space as if clothing and motion were one. His presence alone can take a breath away, and in that quiet moment, the audience knows that they are watching something rare.Yuri was born in the seaside district of Hakata-ku, Fukuoka, Japan, the only child of Hattori Asahi and Hattori Hana. Both parents had once been stars in the fashion world. Asahi, a visionary designer, had already earned a reputation at home and abroad. Hana was a runway model known for her unique beauty and calm confidence. Their love story began with a single glance, where two people recognizing in each something familiar and extraordinary. When Yuri arrived in their lives, Hana chose to leave the runway, not out of obligation, but with a kind of gentle devotion. She wanted to be present for her son, to be the quiet harbor behind his brilliance. Asahi continued designing, his name still spoken with admiration in every major fashion capital.Yuri grew up in a home that smelled faintly of fabric, ink, and perfume—of dyed silk, cutting tables, and sketchbooks. People saw something in him from the beginning and the way he held himself, the way he moved, the way his fox-like hazel-brown eyes watched the world with a quiet intensity. He inherited his mother’s delicate grace and his father’s sharp focus, but his own heart did not first belong to fashion. It belonged to rhythm.Dancing became his language. When Yuri moved, the room seemed to breathe with him. His parents noticed this gift without pressure, without pushing him toward the family business. They supported him unconditionally. At eleven, they enrolled him in The Royal Ballet School in London, where he was selected for the International Scholars Programme as one of the school’s most gifted young students. The Hattori family rearranged their lives, moving to London for several years so Yuri could study in the city where dancing and art whispered through every corner.Those years were golden. In London, Yuri learned to extend his spine, to hold his breath, to turn without losing himself. The school’s marble halls, the soft light from high windows, the sound of shoes on polished floors—these became part of his memory. His mother called him “Healing,” a quiet name that fit him, he carried a warmth that made people feel safe, as if their hearts could open in his presence. When he danced, strangers stopped to watch. Teachers spoke of him in hushed tones, not just for his talent, but for his kindness, his focus, the way he listened.When Yuri finished his special programme at eighteen, the family returned to Japan. For a time, he did not imagine a life in modeling. He thought of South Korea, of continuing his dance journey at The Korea National University of Arts. He applied to the Department of Dance Performance, where he majored in contemporary dance and dance music, taking both intermediate and advanced technique courses to sharpen his skills. In Korea, Yuri became a figure of admiration among students and professors. He was not only top of the class and he was impossible to ignore. Tall even as a teenager—standing at 180 centimeters and with a lean dancer’s physique, fair skin, and those enigmatic hazel-brown eyes, he seemed to carry both discipline and dream in the same breath.He often wore his hair midnight blue, framing it in a versatile two-block undercut that allowed him to shift his look with ease. His style became part of his signature, a blend of streetwise wear and playful crossdressing. It was a reflection of his parents’ influence, yet entirely his own. People fell not only for his beauty, but for the way he understood clothing as emotion, as atmosphere, as a kind of silent poetry.Offer came from well-known entertainment companies and they wanted him as a trainee, as a face, as a brand. Yuri politely refused. He was beginning to feel fashion waking inside him, not as duty, but as desire. After graduating from the Korea National University of Arts, he made a quiet decision. At twenty-two, he flew to London without telling his parents. He landed just as Fashion Week began, the city alive with lights, cameras, and whispered names. He walked into agencies with no modeling experience, only the confidence of a dancer who knew how to hold space.The first days were hard. Rejections were common. Some looked at him with polite skepticism and others dismissed him as another dreamer. But Yuri did not let doubt take root. He began to build his modeling foundation from the ground. While he waited for auditions, he taught choreography at the London Contemporary Dance School, guiding exceptionally talented children through the language of movement and to support himself as well. At the same time, he enrolled at the London Model Academy, a place known for its intensive runway training, posing workshops, and portfolio photoshoots. The Academy offered not agency representation, but direct, personalized coaching. It taught him how to walk as if the floor belonged to him, how to turn as if the world was watching, how to breathe as if the stage was waiting for his command.Within a year, Yuri was no longer unknown. He began to walk runways, and the fashion world noticed. His dance background gave him something rare, a fluidity of movement, a natural rhythm that made every step look intentional, every gesture inevitable. People talked. Some called him “It-Boy,” a name that stuck like a headline.When his parents learned of his success, they were filled with quiet joy. His father offered him a place on the runway at one of his brand’s fashion weeks. The public reaction was mixed. Some celebrated the moment as the arrival of a legacy, the son finally stepping into the light the world had seen in him since childhood. Others accused him of nepotism, as if his rise was owed only to his father’s name. Yuri did not deny the advantage. He acknowledged it with honesty. But he also reminded everyone that the foundation he walked on was built by his own hands, his own sweat, his own refusal to be discouraged.He chose Paris as his anchor, a city that seemed to match his own blend of history and boldness. From there, he traveled constantly to Tokyo, Seoul, Milan, New York. His face appeared on billboards, in magazines, in campaigns for luxury brands across the world, may it be Korea, Japan, and China. He became a brand ambassador for multiple high-end labels, their logos and his image woven into the same story. At twenty-five, he was known as a true “It-Boy,” a name that carried weight in fashion, in dance, and in culture.Yet Yuri did not forget the roots that had lifted him. He opened NO LABELS DANCE STUDIO, first in Japan, then in Seoul, and finally in Paris. The studio was more than a place to practice and it was a sanctuary where young dancers could learn, create, and grow without labels, without pressure. He taught with the same gentle focus he had once received from his mentors, passing on the belief that movement could heal, that rhythm could speak, that art could change the air in a room.Yuri still returns to Japan whenever he can, slipping through the doors of his childhood home like a quiet moonlight. His parents watch him with a pride that has nothing to say and everything to show. He is their only child, their light, their proof that a dream can be carried, shaped, and made real.He now lives a life that once seemed impossible, a world traveler, a runway icon, a dance teacher, a future designer. People see him and think of luxury, of fame, of perfect angles. But those who know him see something deeper, the warmth his mother named “Healing,” the discipline his father admired, the rhythm that has always been his truest voice. Yuri is not only a model, he is a story written in motion, a living poem of skin, light, and time. And as he walks the runway, the world watches, breathless, knowing that they are not just seeing a man in clothes, but a dream that has finally learned how to breathe.

PRE-ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP

                                     Calliope Denise Lee
                                            @coaerals


The bright June sunlight hit Yuri's face as he stepped out into the city, its warmth refreshing and serving as a reminder that he was alive. At sixteen years old, Yuri had already spent five years studying and living in the beautiful city of London. He was continuing his education at The Royal Ballet School and, now that summer break had finally begun, he planned to spend the day doing one of his favorite things—exploring the city.After taking the train into the heart of London, Yuri spent hours wandering through familiar streets and discovering new corners of the city. Time passed quickly, and before he knew it, evening had arrived. Realizing how late it had gotten, he hurried back to the train station so he could catch the last train home.Just as he was about to board, he heard the sound of someone crying.At first, he tried to ignore it. After all, it wasn't any of his business. However, his conscience refused to let him walk away. Following the sound, he eventually found a little girl sitting alone in a far corner of the station. She clutched her bag tightly while tears streamed down her face.Slowly, Yuri crouched down so he could meet her at eye level.Using the softest and calmest voice he could manage, he tried to reassure her that he was there to help. Communication proved difficult because of the language barrier—her English wasn't very strong, and Yuri struggled to understand some of what she was saying. Even so, they both did their best to communicate.Eventually, Yuri learned that her name was Calliope Denise Lee, though she preferred to be called Callie. She was only thirteen years old and had recently arrived in London. Wanting to prove her independence, she had gone shopping alone around the city. Unfortunately, she became so caught up in exploring that she missed her train and had no idea how to get home.Yuri couldn't help but find the situation a little amusing. He almost laughed, but quickly stopped himself, knowing it would probably make Callie cry again after she had only just calmed down.Instead, he bought her a new train ticket.As fate would have it, Callie lived in the same area as Yuri. It felt almost as though the world had written their meeting in the stars. Yuri made sure she arrived home safely and personally walked her back to her parents.From the moment they met, Yuri felt a strange sense of familiarity around her, as if they had known each other for much longer than a few hours.Before they parted ways, Yuri gave Callie his contact information and offered to show her around London whenever she had free time.Through their conversations, he learned that Callie was only staying in London temporarily. She was there for competitive swimming training at the London Aquatics Centre in Queen Elizabeth Olympic Park. Determined to help her enjoy her stay, Yuri made it his goal to show her as much of the city as possible.As the weeks passed, the two grew closer. They spent their free time strolling through London's streets, visiting famous landmarks, trying different foods, and simply enjoying each other's company. Their friendship developed naturally, and before long, they had become inseparable.Sadly, their time together eventually came to an end.When her training concluded, Callie returned to the Philippines, where she lived with her grandparents. Although thousands of miles now separated them, they refused to let distance end their friendship. They stayed in touch through messages and calls, sharing stories about their daily lives while Yuri remained in London and Callie settled back into life in the Philippines.Years later, after Yuri graduated from The Royal Ballet School, he moved to South Korea to continue his studies and pursue new opportunities. Despite their busy lives, he and Callie never lost contact.Then, after nearly three years apart, they finally had the opportunity to see each other again.During one of his summer breaks, Yuri flew to the Philippines, where Callie eagerly welcomed him and showed him around the country. Together, they traveled to different places, ate delicious food, and created countless new memories. It felt as though no time had passed at all.That visit eventually became a tradition.Every summer break, Yuri would fly all the way to the Philippines to spend his vacation with Callie. Whether they were exploring new destinations, revisiting old favorites, or simply enjoying each other's company, those summers became some of their most treasured memories.Even today, despite Yuri becoming a well-known figure in the fashion industry and having an increasingly busy schedule, he still makes time to visit Callie whenever he can. No matter how much their lives have changed, their friendship remains one of the most important constants in both of their lives—a bond that began with a missed train, a crying girl in a station, and a chance meeting that neither of them would ever forget.

                                    Laurent Mattieu Yujuico
                                              @cardiqxn


It had been a busy week for Yuri as he prepared for Paris Fashion Week under his father, Asahi's fashion house. One afternoon, he was walking through a crowded park in Paris, France, his mind scattered with schedules, fittings, rehearsals, and countless tasks he still needed to accomplish.As he walked, he noticed someone a few feet away. There was a man who looked like he was struggling with something, yet somehow not struggling at all. Honestly, Yuri couldn't figure out what the man was doing. It was so absurd that it actually made him stop in the middle of his walk.Without thinking, Yuri muttered to himself while staring at the stranger.“Baliw.”Then he continued on his way and went about the rest of his busy day, quickly forgetting about the man altogether.A few days later, Paris Fashion Week finally arrived.Yuri was one of the models showcasing his father's latest collection, and the event also marked the official beginning of his own modeling career. After the show came the lively after-party, where he spent most of his time greeting guests, answering interviews, and being introduced to countless people. At that point, it felt more like a networking event than an actual celebration.The introverted side of Yuri was already reaching its limit when he spotted his father speaking with someone across the room. He was about to slip away when both men looked in his direction. Unfortunately, his father immediately called him over.Yuri couldn't exactly refuse. First of all, that was his father. When he reached them, the man extended his hand with a warm smile.“You must be Yuri. It's nice to finally meet you. You've grown up so much.”Yuri politely smiled, nodded, and shook the man's hand. Confused, he glanced at his father, who quickly noticed his expression.“This is my friend, Mr. Matias Yujuico,” Asahi explained. “One of the most respected architects here in France. We've known each other for years through events like this. I was once one of his clients as well.”Yuri nodded in understanding. Just as he was about to excuse himself, Mr. Yujuico called someone over.The man who approached looked a little older than Yuri, but Yuri couldn't deny how strikingly handsome he was.“This is my son, Laurent Matthieu Yujuico,” Mr. Yujuico introduced proudly. “He will be an architect too in the future.”Yuri and Laurent exchanged a handshake before sharing a brief formal hug. Their fathers seemed genuinely pleased to finally introduce them. Apparently, they had wanted the two to meet for years, but timing had never worked in their favor. They had both been busy building their own lives and careers in different parts of the world.Eventually, their fathers drifted back into conversation, leaving Yuri and Laurent alone together.Yuri noticed Laurent staring at him suspiciously. The look made him unexpectedly self-conscious.Then, without warning, Laurent snapped his fingers. The sudden sound startled Yuri, who looked at him in confusion.“Ikaw 'yung tumawag sa'kin ng baliw!”Laurent's exclamation earned several curious glances from the people around them.Yuri froze.First, Laurent had snapped his fingers right in front of him. Second, Laurent spoke Tagalog. And third—What?Laurent must have noticed Yuri's confusion because he quickly continued.“Sa park! Last time. I was struggling with something, tapos tiningnan mo ako and you said, 'BALIW!'”Yuri immediately covered his mouth.No way.No actual way.The realization hit him all at once, and before he could stop himself, he burst out laughing.“I'm so sorry,” he managed to say between laughs. “You really looked ridiculous that day.”Laurent looked mildly offended.“Ridiculous?”“Very.”“Wow.”“I'm sorry!”Despite his protests, Laurent couldn't stop himself from laughing too.The awkward encounter quickly turned into an easy conversation, and before either of them realized it, they had spent most of the night getting to know each other. From there, exchanging contact information was inevitable. The two kept in touch after Fashion Week and gradually became close friends.