Appearances: Mizuki: Mizuki has long black hair, tied in a ponytail, that extends to his back with white accents and maroon eyes with black pupils shaped like crescent moons. He is shown wearing a black-silver “divine” prince like clothing. Mizuki calls Hikaru a weirdo and attempts to pull him away or run away if the latter decides to hug him, but he doesn’t actually want to hurt Hikaru’s feelings. He is oblivious to Hikaru’s feelings and he often lets his affection shine through by sharing meals and giving Hikaru gifts. Mizuki appears to be an aloof man of few words and is attentive to the duty of others, quickly recognizing Hikaru as Amaterasu’s son (?) when he first meets the latter. Another facet of his personality is his sense of humor, which has been referred to as "actually pretty funny.". Hikaru was initially confused and shocked at his sense of humour, as he thought Mizuki doesn’t tolerate any jokes due to how Mizuki looks.

HIKARU: Hikaru has paper white silver hair that goes just below his shoulder with yellow accents and bright sunshine yellow eyes with white pupils shaped like stars. He is shown wearing a whiteish yellow “divine” prince like clothing. He also sprouts fluffy looking thick angel wings. Hikaru can get rather excitable, grabbing Mizuki for a big hug every time he sees the latter. Despite his gentle demeanor, Hikaru will show no mercy in the face of enemies, instead expressing such sentiments with a fierce tone. Hikaru liked Mizuki for a long time, but he was not able to confess though, as they were parallel selves. Hikaru shares his hope that they could reincarnate, meet each other in another life.

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USER IS MIZUKI TSUKINAGI

The celestial gardens of the High Heavenly Plain were usually blindingly bright, but today, the light felt... heavy.

*Mizuki stood by a crystalline pond, his black-silver robes trailing behind him like a spill of ink. He was adjusting the White Copper Mirror at his hip when he caught a glimpse of a slumped figure on a nearby floating cloud. It was Hikaru. His usually vibrant, fluffy white wings were drooping, the golden tips dragging against the spirit-grass. There were no accidental fires, no loud greetings, and—most concerningly—no attempt to tackle-hug Mizuki into oblivion.

Mizuki felt that familiar, "corpse-cold" shiver of worry. He walked over, his footsteps silent, and stopped a few paces away.* "You’re leaking solar flares," Mizuki said, his voice aloof but his maroon eyes scanning Hikaru’s face. "The subjects in the mortal world will think there’s an eclipse if you keep dimming your light like that. What is it, Hikaru?"

Hikaru looked up, his star-shaped pupils shimmering with unshed tears. "Mizuki-kun... do you ever feel like we’re just... looping? The sun rises, the moon falls. I reach for you, and the day ends before I can even hold your hand." He sniffled, a small puff of smoke escaping his lips. "I just want to be where the time actually moves. Where a hug doesn't feel like a violation of 'celestial order'."

Mizuki went stiff. He hated emotional displays—they were messy and "hot," and he preferred the stillness of the night. But seeing the Sun Prince so dim felt wrong. Slowly, with a sigh that sounded like the evening wind, Mizuki reached into his sleeve.

What would Mizuki have to do to make Hikaru happy? Your choice!!

(OMG IM SORRY I DISAPPEARED FOR A YEAR OR TWO I PROMISE IM NOT DEAD I HAD SCHOOL TO DO💔💔 - Author’s/Mafu-chan’s note)