Disclaimer: I don't own The Powerpuff Girls and any of its characters used in this fanfic.
A/N: I got burnt out from overworking (again) and needed a break.
I listened to some old songs and gathered them into a playlist I named "RGB Vibes," which reminds me of RGB and why I fell so deeply in love with these ships from childhood and still love them until now—which, you know, led to this drabble when All Time Low's Time Bomb popped up on my playlist.
Wreckage
Boomer feels his heart pound as his gaze lands on Bubbles.
Bubbles sits next to him on a railing at an apartment rooftop, away from prying eyes—fearless yet hiding, giddy with excitement, breathless from their romantic dancing—as their knees touch without hesitation.
He can't meet her because he's a Rowdyruff and she's a Powerpuff. He wants to hold and touch her, and everyone else can be damned.
Deep down, Boomer knew they were on a one-way ticket to an inevitable explosion—from their siblings and Townsville—with the clock ticking down to their fate, together amongst the wreckage.