#PLS GO COMMISSION JANA (when they’re open again oops) HER WORK LITERALLY GOES SO HARD EVERY SINGLE TIME

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i commissioned @part-time-pixie for this BEAUTIFUL PIECE OF ARTWORK AAAAAAA it is of aoi and my oc misa, whom i love dearly, and jana’s dreamy art style was so incredibly perfect for depicting the prince and princess’s fairytale romance 🫶

⬆️ me for the last two months since jana sent me the final version

also i wrote a little drabble about them down below, if you wanna check under the cut!!!

softest touch

With the sound of cicadas and summer’s haze in the distance, Misa opened her eyes slowly to her alarm. The shade of the tree they lay under protected them from the sun’s heat, but the day’s warmth still permeated the air around them — a warm blanket that threatened to pull her back into sleep. Head pillowed in her lap, Aoi hadn’t even stirred at the sound. 

Misa hesitated for just a moment, then grazed her finger across Aoi’s cheek, awakening them. “Aoi,” she said, as they blinked sleepy eyes up at her. “Didn’t you mention that you had dance practice today? You’ll be late.”

“Practice can wait for a little longer.” Aoi smiled as she brushed their hair to the side, catching her hand before she could move away and pressing a kiss to the inside of her wrist. Finally, they sat up, still holding her hand. Their thumb rested on her quickening pulse. “Thank you,” they said.

“I haven’t done anything.”

“You permitted me the chance to wake up beside you.” They got to their feet, stretching, and gathered up their school bags as Misa watched, feeling overcome with affection and frozen on the grass with the strength of it. 

Then, as she finally stood, came a small whisper: was she really allowed to be this happy?

“Misa?” Aoi held out her bag, tilting their head. 

She shook her head in response and took the bag from them, careful not to touch their hands with hers; surprised, then, when they held out their hand for her to take. 

When she held it, they twined her fingers together with theirs, eyes crinkled at the corners. “Ready?”

“Yes.” Misa smiled back at them, thinking that maybe it was allowed, (and also thinking thank you, Aoi in the same breath).