[Bakugo repeats the action, and her breath hitches again, and she's not sure what to do, so Ochako just stays still and quiet, afraid any motion, any sound, may break whatever is caught up between them. That it might ruin this moment...whatever this moment even is.
She doesn't reply to him, just nods in response, and looks down at her feet a moment later, as if having forgotten she ran here in her pajamas...barefoot at that. Or maybe she forgot she even had legs, Ochako's gone somewhat numb - whether from the exertion, the exhaustion, or just...the sudden, dizzying realization of what she's feeling is anyone's guess. But as he leaves for the bathroom, Ochako's suddenly left alone with her thoughts, and they come crashing down on her like a wave.
She likes Bakugo. She likes Bakugo! That can't be right!! She's supposed to like Deku, and...a-and she does! Thinking about that sweet, smiling, freckled face - that gentle aura and how kind he is...it makes Ochako smile. But her hand reaches up and touches the same place where Bakugo's fingers brushed, and she lets out a soft sigh, that same wistful smile not fading, but growing.
But she can't like them both...can she?
Byt the time he comes back, Ochako's laying on her back on the couch, hugging one of the throw pillowsto her chest with her face mostly pressed into it, her bangs drooping over to hide her face. Looking up slowly, she lifts one of her legs, brows creasing.]
Thank you, Bakugo...kun... [She stares down at her feet, wondering how in the hell she's going to get back now. There's no way Bakugo's her shoe-size, not a chance in hell, and she refuses to let him go out to get her anything. She wants him right here. Maybe she'll order express delivery on her--...shit. His communicator, and pay him back. Ugh.] Sorry for the trouble...I-I didn't think again.
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She doesn't reply to him, just nods in response, and looks down at her feet a moment later, as if having forgotten she ran here in her pajamas...barefoot at that. Or maybe she forgot she even had legs, Ochako's gone somewhat numb - whether from the exertion, the exhaustion, or just...the sudden, dizzying realization of what she's feeling is anyone's guess. But as he leaves for the bathroom, Ochako's suddenly left alone with her thoughts, and they come crashing down on her like a wave.
She likes Bakugo. She likes Bakugo! That can't be right!! She's supposed to like Deku, and...a-and she does! Thinking about that sweet, smiling, freckled face - that gentle aura and how kind he is...it makes Ochako smile. But her hand reaches up and touches the same place where Bakugo's fingers brushed, and she lets out a soft sigh, that same wistful smile not fading, but growing.
But she can't like them both...can she?
Byt the time he comes back, Ochako's laying on her back on the couch, hugging one of the throw pillowsto her chest with her face mostly pressed into it, her bangs drooping over to hide her face. Looking up slowly, she lifts one of her legs, brows creasing.]
Thank you, Bakugo...kun... [She stares down at her feet, wondering how in the hell she's going to get back now. There's no way Bakugo's her shoe-size, not a chance in hell, and she refuses to let him go out to get her anything. She wants him right here. Maybe she'll order express delivery on her--...shit. His communicator, and pay him back. Ugh.] Sorry for the trouble...I-I didn't think again.