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Yeah, really took a lot outta me. [JOKES... things Okuyasu says with a completely straight face rather than tell the whole truth. Nobody has to know he's making this level of dark joke, so—this plan will never go wrong for him, ever.

Something fun, though... He leans back on one hand, looking up at the ceiling to seriously Think.]

Uh... we get ice cream on Monday mornings. [which is weird, but he is a simple boy with simple needs] That's fun.

That does sound fun. I bet that makes Mondays a little better, right? It's always hard for me to get out of bed. [She heaves a sigh as she thinks about the many delicious, expensive treats she would kill to have right now. Does she have any orange left? A hopeful look down toward her empty hands reminds her that no, she definitely does not. This is tragic.] Ice cream would be so good!

[Look what you did.]

[Oh shit, he broke the good mood?? What to do????

He tosses an orange slice at her. Seriously, this is his immediate reaction. It would probably be his reaction even if he thought about it for a couple seconds.]

[Ochako puts her training to good use and snatches that orange slice right out of the air!

...Just kidding. She's far too caught up in her ice cream dream to realize that something is sailing her way—until it, you know, bounces right off her face. Then she's pulled back to reality just in time to watch that precious commodity land on the floor. Has he swept? Survey says... probably not.]

Hey! I would have eaten that if you didn't want it!

[The temptation to throw something back is strong...]

[Greatest expression of friendship and support: throw food at her face. Okuyasu holds his hands up like he's totally innocent, and also like he isn't holding about half of a peeled orange in one of those hands, and also like he isn't the only other person in the room.

She can't prove anything!!]

You could've caught it! Are you saying I am some kind of food waster? For shame.

[There was no way to catch that! She presses her lips together into a thin line, staring him down from across the room. Not that she's really mad; the girl is just hungry. Giving him her second-to-last orange was such a nice thing to do, and this... this is how he repays her...]

You are if you don't eat that piece. [She points! At it! For emphasis!] Give me the rest of the orange if you don't want it!

[Oh, is that how it's going to go, very interesting. Well, watch as he laboriously gets up, crosses the room to pick up that orange piece, and very pointedly shoves the whole thing right in his mouth, pointedly. All up in that gob. He has had worse!!

But this time he holds out... another piece, because he wants his orange present, but he can offer one piece as an olive branch.]

Don't sulk about it. Here.

[And big surprise—as soon as he pops that into his mouth Ochako is turning right away, pulling an exaggerated face of disgust.]

You didn't really have to eat it!

[Blech. The only reason she looks back his way is because of his stupid sulking comment, which, um, no way? That's fake news. She's totally prepared to tell him as much, but instead of setting him straight she finds herself blinking down at a dust-free orange slice. Way to make her feel silly.]

I-It's okay. [Okay, okay, now she's smiling again, albeit a bit sheepishly.] I was just joking, you know? So keep it!

[It's too late, he's eaten it!! It could have been worse - if he didn't live with Iida this room would probably not have seen much cleaning the other week, so the floor is... not as dusty as it once was. Look, he's fine.

And no, she's going to eat this orange slice because she made such a big deal out of the other one!! He will wait here - he will straight up slav squat here on the floor by the chair, holding up this orange slice, and wait. Waiting. Waiting.]

I got all day, y'know...

[Wow, so he's seriously going to be like this. Ochako briefly considers telling him no, just to see how long he'll actually stay there before he gets bored... but that would be mean, and she is not a mean person. So fine! He wins! She reaches out and plucks the piece of fruit from his hand.]

Thank you! That's very nice of you. [Before she actually eats it, though, she gives him one last look, clearly amused by something. Should she say it? Hmm.] But... you look kind of silly, you know.

[Aaaaand the orange is going right into her mouth before he can take it back.]

[He will indeed be like this... in fact, he's going to stay right here, sitting on the floor with the rest of his orange. He's won, he thinks—until she calls him silly, which makes him pull a face and sort of wobble in his thug crouch position, then flop uselessly onto his back. On the floor.

Look what Ochako has done...]

You try to be nice, and this is what you get... damn.

[Turtle Okuyasu!!! This is too much, honestly, but at least she manages to clap her hand over her mouth before she sprays orange chunks all over his room. He had to know that this was coming...]

Sorry! [No, she's not.] Sitting like that does look silly, though! It can't be comfortable.

[Plus it makes him look like a delinquent!]

[Well, now he's staying here in this new and exciting pose on the floor, the floor he just ate an orange off of. It's alright.]

It's just sitting! [also he is a thug] Don't knock it 'til you try it, Ochako!

[squat with him]

[He's going to get his new tank top dirty. Such a shame. Also, imagining herself posing like a delinquent is ridiculous, and she snorts extra loudly. Now she's just going to do what Ochako does best: make it even more ridiculous.]

W-Would I have to make a mean face, too? And say something rude?

[Thug Ochako. She's definitely laughing about this with her friends later.]

Are you saying I got a mean face? [Well.... that's only fair. Get out of that chair and delinquent squat with him. He makes a fist and lightly punches it into his other hand, to emphasize how serious and cool this is.]

Yeah, saying rude stuff's half the point. Maybe even swearing.

No, not you. But people who sit like that usually do look mean, you know? There's this one person in my class— [Pfffft. She sputters a bit as she pictures him.] He always has this face, and he's rude to everyone.

[Her true model for this exercise, obviously. Ochako rocks forward a bit in her chair, seriously considering this. She's a nice girl, okay. It's going to take her a second.]

I don't know what to say, though. Give me an idea!

[Thanks, that's very kind, saying he doesn't look mean. He waves a hand, gesturing for her to wait while he thinks of something super rude to say.

Well, that's not hard, as such...]

What's your classmate say? Give me one of those!

[Bakugou says a lot of mean things, but he does say one line more than any other. And it's a simple line, so. Hmm. She presses her lips together, giving this serious thought... and slowly climbs to her feet.]

Okay, but you have to promise that you won't tell anyone about this.

[He even gets a look, because that's a serious request. This is a friendship test!!

But okay, okay. She awkwardly slav squats(!) across from him, immediately ducking her head so that she isn't tempted to laugh. This isn't so bad, right? It's not very comfortable, but she can do this. Deep breath. She can do this. Three... two... one.]

[She snaps her head up, and I mean? See above? That's exactly how she's looking at him.]

I-I'll kill you!

[Well, she tried to mimic an extra gravelly voice, but, uh. It needs some work. And no matter what he thinks about that line, it is, without a doubt, the meanest thing that she's ever said to anyone in her entire life. Someone, please help this sweet girl...]

[Okuyasu is so ready for this, you have no idea. He even makes the age-old lip-zipping and locking and throwing away the key gesture, to really emphasize that Ochako doing a thug thing is definitely worth never getting to tell anyone about it. They would never believe him anyway.

So, on to the main event. She gets a 6 out of 10 for form, but they can workshop the ultimate slav squat pose—and this time it's Okuyasu who snorts with laughter and has to sit back and cover his face after that line. Oh my god!!]

Wow, I'm really shaking! You're a— [lmfdf] You're a natural!

[Well, she tried! Ochako honestly, truly tried, but it's clear that her best just wasn't enough. Farewell, delinquent dreams! She allows herself to drop down onto the floor, sticking her legs out in front of her as she gives him a slightly embarrassed grin. It's... nice to hear him laugh, at least. Also: This is how a normal person sits, Okuyasu. Take notes.]

Was it that bad?

[Normal people sprawl out all over their bedroom floor, actually, which is where he's at as a person right now. He doesn't laugh as hard as Ochako's... every time, but give him like, ten seconds to stop chuckling so he can look at her again.]

Yeah, you suck at being mean. Not like that's a bad thing!

[Yeah, because who would want to be mean? Other than Bakugou, of course, but he's a special case. She's just going to sigh.]

It seems like a lot of work. My face hurt the whole time. [She reaches up to rub between her eyes, because seriously, has her brow ever wrinkled that much on its own accord?] It's much easier to be nice, don't you think?

[Because he's nice, too.]

[No, he's tough!!]

For you, sure. [This is his only protest and it's not even really a protest, just an admission that she is way nicer than him. That's a fact and he will hear no disputes!!]

My face hurts from laughing at your scary look. Maybe you can have a point for that.

[That's rude. ...Except she did make fun of his fashion choices earlier, so. He gets a smile and no complaints.]

I deserve it! Making you laugh was a win, especially since you make me laugh all of the time. [Whether it's intentional or not...]

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1/2 i can't believe i have the perfect icon for this... sighs at myself

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She is.....too pure for this life.............

okuyasu is a bad influence

how to make friends and influence people

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