20 Jan 2019
The only thing Ochako can register is hair. Long, endless hair that unfolds in the water like bleeding ink. A storm of little air bubbles from the sudden plunge into the water trail up the silky strings back to the surface, little pinpoints of shining white on black. Stars against the infinite void. Like a universe expanding.
Sometimes the best you can do is quietly fall in love with the lifeguard of your university's rec center pool instead of properly addressing complex ideas of failure, calling your parents back, or figuring out the middle ground when dreams don't come true.
Otherwise known as: a space lesbian meets a frog lesbian. What happens next will warm your heart.
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21 Oct 2019