[She flinches at first, because Bakugo holding her face in his hands was not what Ochako was expecting, and her breath seems to catch when she's forced to look into his eyes. She's always like them - would have said they're his best physical feature, aside from his poofy hair - bright, intense, and they always hold way more emotion than Bakugo ever lets on. He's always a "show, don't tell" sort of person, right down to his physicality. Actions speaking louder than words, and a look that could either kill, or fill her heart with so much warmth that Ochako's eyes gloss with unshed tears all over again.
Her lower lip trembles, and she sniffs, trying to blink away the heat pooling at the corners of her eyes, because...b-because--
I'm looking at you. I notice you.]
Bakugo...kun... [She tears her gaze away from him when his hands drop, swallowing the knot in her throat, but it's weird, because...despite everything, what he said really, really made her happy. A smile, tiny, and frayed, because she's tired - they're both tired - and while those little rays of sunshine he let warm her heart were gentle, kind, and soothing...there's still a raw, endless, turbulent sea of the unknown open before them.] I don't...th-think you're missing anything. It's there, a-always has been, I just...d-don't think you can see it right now.
[But you will, Ochako thinks, as she pauses just a moment, just about to remove her hand until Bakugo signals it's alright, and she continues, marveling at how incredibly soft and feathery his hair is. It's nothing like how hard and spiky everyone assumes it to be. A little like Bakugo himself, actually. He appears one way, but is totally different once you look past the surface. He's kind, and gentle, and considerate, and--
And you like him.
The thought crosses her mind, and she's too tired, too comfortable, too absorbed in looking at how tired her poor friend is, to deny it. So she accepts it. Yeah. She likes him. A lot.]
You look tired. [She says it in response to his admission, because Ochako understands. He doesn't need to explain, he doesn't need to say it. She understands. It's okay...she's right here. And she'll stay here as long as it takes to ease that fear and that stress. She won't disappear again. He'll never be alone, never have to shoulder it all alone, because she'll always come running.]
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Her lower lip trembles, and she sniffs, trying to blink away the heat pooling at the corners of her eyes, because...b-because--
I'm looking at you. I notice you.]
Bakugo...kun... [She tears her gaze away from him when his hands drop, swallowing the knot in her throat, but it's weird, because...despite everything, what he said really, really made her happy. A smile, tiny, and frayed, because she's tired - they're both tired - and while those little rays of sunshine he let warm her heart were gentle, kind, and soothing...there's still a raw, endless, turbulent sea of the unknown open before them.] I don't...th-think you're missing anything. It's there, a-always has been, I just...d-don't think you can see it right now.
[But you will, Ochako thinks, as she pauses just a moment, just about to remove her hand until Bakugo signals it's alright, and she continues, marveling at how incredibly soft and feathery his hair is. It's nothing like how hard and spiky everyone assumes it to be. A little like Bakugo himself, actually. He appears one way, but is totally different once you look past the surface. He's kind, and gentle, and considerate, and--
And you like him.
The thought crosses her mind, and she's too tired, too comfortable, too absorbed in looking at how tired her poor friend is, to deny it. So she accepts it. Yeah. She likes him. A lot.]
You look tired. [She says it in response to his admission, because Ochako understands. He doesn't need to explain, he doesn't need to say it. She understands. It's okay...she's right here. And she'll stay here as long as it takes to ease that fear and that stress. She won't disappear again. He'll never be alone, never have to shoulder it all alone, because she'll always come running.]