Hey! Do you know if i find the art cover of volume 2 without any text?
Hello there!
I gonna guess you are asking where to find it... I dont have many official art in digital with good quality and I dont know where to find this one sadly.
Anyways since it is the cover of 2nd volume, I took my own physical volume, took a photo and edited it so you can have it without text:
It is not perfect neither official but I tried my best.
If you prefer to download it form drive (in case the quality change), just ask me directly in chat darkstarshine.
a/n: iwa’s is more like arguing and making up but who cares right 🤕
back to navi
TSUKISHIMA throws his head back onto the headboard, harshly rubbing both of his hands on his face as his eyes follows your figure retreating from the bedroom, he gets up and trails behind you—“y/n” he calls out, feet padding before yours “what?” he winces at the tone but follows you nonetheless “y/n, you know i didn’t mean it like that” you don’t respond to him, instead, you walk pass by him to grab your apron when a pair of hands lands on your hips, halting all of your movements “kei let go of me” “no” he spins your body around, your chest now against his “—y/n i’m sorry, i’ll be cautious of my words next time” he mumbles, face buried in the crook of your neck, with a heavy sigh, you turn around, gently lifting his head away from your neck “promise me you won’t do that again? he nods “okay” you let him lean his weight on you as you rub his back up and down
IWAIZUMI’s shoulder droops as you disappear away from his sight, regret written all over his face. he doesn’t waste a minute before knocking on the door twice, gently opening the door to see you all hunched up on your side of the bed with a pillow clutched on your chest, and back faced away from him, he inches up beside you, hands coming up to rest on your sides but you shy away from his touch, clutching the pillow tighter, he feels a slight twinge of pain at the thought of you hiding away from him. he scoops you up, hoisting you onto to his lap though feels your body tense up on his touch for a minute before finally easing up “i’m sorry y/n, it was not my intention to hurt you, i know that isn’t a valid reason for what i did, but give me a chance to make it up to you, yeah?“ you nod weakly and he tightens his hold on you as he walks out of the room— he’s on the kitchen now, making the both of you breakfast, your head still resting on his chest and legs wrapped around his waist tightly, he kisses your temple from time to time and for a moment, you’re happy about the silence filling up the room.
OIKAWA’s face turns into a frown as soon as you remove yourself from his hold, a noise of protest escaping his mouth as he sinks back on the couch, staring at you intently like he’s expecting you to turn around and wrap yourself back on his embrace again, but much to his disappointment, you don’t look back at him anymore— half an hour later of your arm nudging away his hand for the nth time, you let out a sigh before turning around with your hands on your hips “oikawa, can you stop doing that? i’m busy cooki—hmph!“ your words cut off as he lifts your body on top of the counter and traps you between his arms “oikawa get off me” you look down, trying to avoid his gaze, but he won’t allow that to happen would he? he tilts your chin up, forcing your eyes on him “don’t call me by my last name, ‘s rude, baby please” you chuckle lightly at his whine, almost forgetting you were even mad at him in the first place as you wrap your arms around his neck “i won’t forgive you, not yet at least” “what you said still hurt me so don’t do that again or i’ll leave you all starving here” he looks up, frown now replaced with an expression of relief and his chin resting on your chest “tsk we both know thats a lie y/n you can’t actually live without me”
KAGEYAMA pinches his eyes together as he watches you march your way out the room, he strings along behind, desperately trying to get a hold of you “y/n stop walking for a moment please” you move to the other side of the kitchen, opening multiple cabinets and grabbing whatever you can grab to reason yourself about being busy “y/n i know what you’re trying to do” you scoff at him, snatching yourself an apple from the bowl on the center of the table “y/n those are fake, you bought that last month at the department store” you stiffen, face flushing in embarrassment as you watch him hold back a laugh, he takes advantage of your frozen figure to throw you over his shoulder and tackle you back down to the couch, you sit up, crossing your arms over your chest “stop laughing it’s not funny” he clears his throat before lifting you up and back down to make you face him “then stop ignoring me” you want to look away but you chose not to, for some reason “if you laugh at me again i will never talk to you again” “yeah sure, y/n”
ichiruki, hurt meme "who the hell did this to you?" please & thank you (:
This is Continuity II. (Sometime soon after the last one.)
Casimir Effect
Rukia sat at Ichigo’s desk, humming and bobbing her head from side to sideas she put the finishing touches on her latest and greatest masterpiece. She’djust signed her name to it when she heard the door handle jiggle and glanced atthe desk clock. It was already 5:12 PM.
“Hmph. You’re late.”
“Yeah. Sorry.” There was a thump as Ichigo dropped his bag. His footstepsbetrayed him walking over to his dresser.
She blinked at how weary he sounded—there was something else off about hisvoice too. She turned the chair around. He seemed to be picking out cleanclothes and she couldn’t see his face; the first thing she noticed was howdirty the back of his school uniform was. She frowned and peered at him. “Whathappened to you?”
“Nothing.” He pulled a t-shirt out of one drawer and closed it beforeopening another, fishing out some socks and boxers before looking for someshorts.
She rose to her feet.
He took his time, side-eyeing the door. It would be difficult to get to itwithout drawing her attention.
“Ichigo, look at me.”
He closed his eyes in defeat and let out a silent sigh, standing to his fullheight but making no effort to turn. Toolate.
She padded over to him and took hold of one of his wrists, tugging insistently.He was even grittier-looking up close. “Ichigo.”
He tilted his head to one side and shifted his jaw as a complaint died inhis throat. Finally he freed his arm and rotated, focusing on some point aboveher head.
Rukia’s eyes went wide for a second before she deliberately narrowed them.
One of Ichigo’s cheeks was discolored and swollen with a contusion, his facewas covered in scrapes, and there was a tissue stuffed in one of his nostrils.A trail of dried blood descended from it and the corner of his mouth onto hisuniform jacket. As she looked him over thoroughly, she noticed various otherscuffs and stains, as well as how bruised his knuckles were.
Her eyes met his. “Who the hell did this to you?”
He continued to refuse to meet her gaze. “You wouldn’t be worried about me ifyou saw what they all looked like.”
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