
❝ her words tasted like peach lipstick, and i tied them into ribbons - soft, yet unspoken. ❞ すれ違う心と、静かなキッチンのダンス。 In a world that wasn't made for dreams, 彼女の指先が、わたしの孤独に触れた。 a story wrapped in quiet glances, tangled pinky fingers, and the scent of something too gentle to name. this is not your usual song. it's a yume, where aya finds warmth in airi's voice - and airi learns to read the silence between aya's eyes. 𓂃 ࣪ ˖ 𝒴𝓊𝓂𝑒𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓅 × 𝒪𝒞 × 𝐹𝒾𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𖦹 soft angst ・ romantic tension ・ 𖥔 + original artwork & commissionAll Rights Reserved