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A drawing that im not likely to colour (bc where i know its either messy or complex i know in the outlining phase I'll mess up) of @itsashowtime 's Vrains Oc Tsukiya Amagawa.

Which was done in the place of not having enough characters to draw for a draw your friends Oc's memes so i chose that i would draw the ones i got permission about

Jugo stood in the temple of Aphrodite. It was the day of his coronation and he had less time by the second. He coaxed himself into looking down at the worry stone in his hand. Mamoru had given it to him for his birthday sometime ago. It was smooth and blue with flecks of green. He remembered that at the time he had asked Mamoru if he had meant to get one that matched Mamoru’s eyes. The resulting blush had sent him into a giggle fit.

He ran a finger over the newest part of the stone. It now had a deep scar on the front. His eyes slid shut as he remembered how it had happened.

“Stop Mamoru please,” he begged running into the room as he ran towards his corrupted best friend. Mamoru whirled his mask now covering his whole face and swung his spear at him. Jugo gasped and tried to leap back. The spear should have made a deep painful cut but the worry stone took the blow and was launched from a pouch near his heart.

It skid across the floor. Mamoru stared after it but his mask hid what he was thinking. The two clashed and he had made sure Jugo had….

‘No don’t think about that,’ Jugo told himself pulling his mind out of the memory. He looked back down at the stone. Gently he set it on the altar and lit a stick of incense. Normally, on the day of coronation, the soon to be king would pray to Jupiter, Mars, Juno, and the various household gods only to prepare. Jugo had paid off his guard to let him stop here.

He prayed to Aphrodite. “Please,” he wished eyes closed hands clasped, “this is all I have left of the love I wanted and wished for. Please let Mamoru and I met again. Please let us find happiness.” A breeze blew through the temple it smelt of Mamoru, of the summer meadows he trained in for hours on end with the beasts and his sword. That they laid in and connected the stars on warm nights. That, before all of this had happened, Mamoru had given him his first k…

The sound of teardrops hitting stone stopped his thoughts. He sniffled and wiped his face on his hand. He bowed his head a final time and left the temple to head to his coronation and eventual wedding to someone he never met. He felt his mind become fuzzy as he blocked it all out. Everything would be ok.

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Judai was sitting in his dorm with his new friend as they looked at each other’s deck talking and laughing. Johan had said something that had sounded so funny he collapsed against the other boy laughing. He could vaguely smell what reminded him of the meadows near his house during the summer. Some tears came to his eyes and for some reason he didn’t think they were from laughter.

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