Is that it? Is that all he has to say?! After all bravado earlier, all those swears and curses, and tearing her apart at the foundation, all he has to say now is okay?!
Snorting like a bull, Ochako is ready to keep on swinging, spurred on by the giddiness that tickles something manic in her chest when she sees the splash of red on his face. Hahah! She did it. She actually did it!! She hit him! She hit him - hard enough to make him bleed and it fills her with a victorious sense of triumph. See how nice she can be?! Who the hell are you, Bauko Katsuki, to tell her what sort of person she is? What sort of person she can be?
Why did she admire you? Why did she think you're so great? What on earth was she so inspired by, of yours, that made her want to keep aiming higher and higher? Why couldn't it have been anyone else? Why did it have to be your stupid face, that was the only person Ochako could trust to treat her like she was somebody more than what she thought she was?
Why?
She can't bring herself to keep going. Just like last time, just like at the Sports Festival, she falters, and she chokes on a deep sob. She can't see past the blurriness her vision takes, and the next punch she throws is at the wall opposite her, before she whirls on her heel and dashes away.
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Is that it? Is that all he has to say?! After all bravado earlier, all those swears and curses, and tearing her apart at the foundation, all he has to say now is okay?!
Snorting like a bull, Ochako is ready to keep on swinging, spurred on by the giddiness that tickles something manic in her chest when she sees the splash of red on his face. Hahah! She did it. She actually did it!! She hit him! She hit him - hard enough to make him bleed and it fills her with a victorious sense of triumph. See how nice she can be?! Who the hell are you, Bauko Katsuki, to tell her what sort of person she is? What sort of person she can be?
Why did she admire you? Why did she think you're so great? What on earth was she so inspired by, of yours, that made her want to keep aiming higher and higher? Why couldn't it have been anyone else? Why did it have to be your stupid face, that was the only person Ochako could trust to treat her like she was somebody more than what she thought she was?
Why?
She can't bring herself to keep going. Just like last time, just like at the Sports Festival, she falters, and she chokes on a deep sob. She can't see past the blurriness her vision takes, and the next punch she throws is at the wall opposite her, before she whirls on her heel and dashes away.
You win again.]