There…the sharp scent of strawberries. Rukia turned her head and froze. A tall man with wild orange hair walked past her, dark eyes downcast. His shoulders were slumped like the weight of the sky bore upon him. Underneath it all, she could almost taste it: a strong heart. She looked upon him, shattered and made all the lovelier for it. A kintsugi recreation that barely held himself together. For the first time in centuries, she knew what it meant to starve. Heart to Heart ( ao3 • ffn ) by @hibiscusangel15
had the honor to be part of this year's @ichirukicollab and draw for this wonderful story! 💕 let’s gooo read it~ 🫶🏻 ➤ artwork lineart by me 💀🍓 ➤ artwork render by @verothelilsparkleghost













