20 Oct 2018
“But Kirishima knows he and Bakugou have been living inside a bubble, a secure pocket of time they’ll never get back once it’s gone. Summer is fleeting, these moments ephemeral, bitter and deceptive as the nights close in on each other and the long days falter. This is the last stretch of calm before their high school ambitions catapult into adult careers, before the bubble pops. And when it does—when time is back in motion after a sluggish season of self-indulgence—where will that leave them?”
Kirishima reflects on his summer, his impending autumn, and all the seasons of his future.
Marco and Star freeze, eyes wide—deer in headlights, hearts stampeding against their rib cages. Marco waits for his girlfriend to respond, nudging her with his arm encouragingly.
“Uhhhhh yeah, I’m in here,” she wheezes like a balloon releasing air, her and Marco finally putting some distance between one another and quickly adjusting their clothing, “I’ll be out in a second.”
Star widens her eyes at Marco, pointing frantically at the door, unsure how they can leave at the same time without anyone knowing what just almost went down.
Marco smirks, crossing his arms over his chest, “Now’s not the time to be the safe kid, Star.”
Star and Marco deal with the looming responsibility of ruling a kingdom, their strong desire for each other, and coming to terms with growing up.