[Ah, it sure is... something, watching the gravity of everything she has said here hit her like a tumbling wall of bricks. There is an unabashed smugness that comes with watching her react uncomfortably- she's been doing that to HIM for a minute now and he can't help but think that this is what she fucking gets. It makes him feel less itchy and weird about it, he's back in control here, and he couldn't be happier about that damn fact.
That's why the infuriated look sort of melts away into something more deadpan, as he watches Ochako nearly take out passersby in her sheer panic.
There she is. His favorite fucking moron. What the hell. Does he let her just nail someone and get even more embarrassed? It'd be kinda funny, and it would definitely be a nice dose of medicine for the torture that Katsuki sure isn't going to forget any time soon. But... y'know. That's his best friend, and he can't have her looking this fucking dumb out in public, since it might be a reflection on himself. That's what he tells himself, anyway, instead of acknowledging that he just. Has her back, even if Ochako is a fucking asshole for all of this.
It only takes a few long strides to catch up to the brunette. She'll feel his large hand landing on her head, a firm grip there that he uses to steer her while she hides.]
Maybe- [That grip tightens just a little bit as his voice takes on a very chiding tone. Listen, it's too tempting to turn the tables on her. He can do that, and not make it A Thing that gives anything away, right? Right.] -you should shovel some more balls into your mouth. Loads of 'em. That way you can't say dumb shit anymore.
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That's why the infuriated look sort of melts away into something more deadpan, as he watches Ochako nearly take out passersby in her sheer panic.
There she is. His favorite fucking moron. What the hell. Does he let her just nail someone and get even more embarrassed? It'd be kinda funny, and it would definitely be a nice dose of medicine for the torture that Katsuki sure isn't going to forget any time soon. But... y'know. That's his best friend, and he can't have her looking this fucking dumb out in public, since it might be a reflection on himself. That's what he tells himself, anyway, instead of acknowledging that he just. Has her back, even if Ochako is a fucking asshole for all of this.
It only takes a few long strides to catch up to the brunette. She'll feel his large hand landing on her head, a firm grip there that he uses to steer her while she hides.]
Maybe- [That grip tightens just a little bit as his voice takes on a very chiding tone. Listen, it's too tempting to turn the tables on her. He can do that, and not make it A Thing that gives anything away, right? Right.] -you should shovel some more balls into your mouth. Loads of 'em. That way you can't say dumb shit anymore.