[The smug glint in her eyes is short lived, though she holds a small ticker for getting this far. There's something about antagonizing--no, challenging Mr. King Explosion Murder that is strangely satisfying and exhilarating. At least, until he responds.
The softest of eeee-s escapes Ochako as Bakugo rips the can from her hands - like air escaping a deflating balloon - and she flinches, putting her hands up in defense. She's very aware he wouldn't hold back against anyone - age, gender, social status...none of that mattered to her so-called friend here. She peeks one eye open, just in time to see him blow up the can and shakes her head. This guy is unbelievable...
Unlike her barbaric companion, Ochako finishes and neatly deposits her trash in a bin close by, dusting off her clothes of crumbs. The other snacks she has left over she'll carry in her pockets, but she does hold out a Snickers to Bakugo.]
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The softest of eeee-s escapes Ochako as Bakugo rips the can from her hands - like air escaping a deflating balloon - and she flinches, putting her hands up in defense. She's very aware he wouldn't hold back against anyone - age, gender, social status...none of that mattered to her so-called friend here. She peeks one eye open, just in time to see him blow up the can and shakes her head. This guy is unbelievable...
Unlike her barbaric companion, Ochako finishes and neatly deposits her trash in a bin close by, dusting off her clothes of crumbs. The other snacks she has left over she'll carry in her pockets, but she does hold out a Snickers to Bakugo.]
Payment for your generous offer, senpai.