[Indeed, Ochako is getting her just desserts now that she's realized the error of her ways, finally relinquishing control back to her surly friend - no doubt to his utmost satisfaction. But she barely notices, or even thinks past the goal of just getting out of this dumb, fucking temple and it's dumb dick festival. She will never, ever come back. Ochako makes a promise to herself to forget this shit ever happened, and ignore any future festivals this temple will hold, and to purge all memory of the terrible, awful, perverse things she said and did from her mind forever. It never happened. That was not her - it was a demon that possessed her body and mind for a minute, making her say terrible things. Yes. That's the story she'll use, surely.

Scuttling around like a headless chicken, Ochako makes a muffled sound of surprise when Bakugou reaches her, and places his hand on the top of her head. Ochako, despite having her face still hidden by her sweater, knows it's him - she can recognize Bakugou's firm and steady grip...probably from when they had to hold hands when he was under that terrible rock-face yokai's curse. Ochako stops then, feeling heat face to her face from embarrassment, and from the heavy breathing of exerting herself while her face and nose are covered. She'll even allow him to guide her course toward the exit, though Ochako's head pops up from her sweater like a turtle when the blond changes course and begins to take his revenge. Her face burns, red all over, and she looks absolutely horrified as she yowls at him.]

Bakugou!! [She huffs, then tries to wring herself free from his vice-like grip on her head.] D-Don't make f-fun of me! I told you, I-I wasn't thinking when I said that!! Let's just get out of here already, I-I wanna forget I ever came here! There's a proper hanami festival at the park around here...l-let's do that instead!

We can have tea and dan-- [More balls. Ochako chokes.] More tea!! So much of it! I bet I can drink so much more tea than you!! Hahahaa-- [Kill her.]