[How many sunflowers are back here, anyway? She walks straight to the window to marvel at the seedlings growing in bags, because it's pretty neat to think that her flower—which is now hyuge—started out as something so very small. Cute...]
I didn't want to bother you, or make you feel bad. [This baby sunflower is just so interesting!! Let her lean even closer to it!] I mean, I did want to read one of your poems, but... it had to be one that you wanted to share.
[Not overly many, maybe like... four in the little baggy system. They are, apparently, going to be goddamn massive, so he's not trying to plant a whole field in here, or anything. He leans against the doorframe, watching her peek at baby flowers. Yes, they're adorable...]
Well, you got it. [Yep... He honestly doesn't know what else to say!! She did read it, or else she wouldn't have come over-- aaah, it's too complicated to think about.] Did you like it?
[There is nothing embarrassing about that question, and yet Ochako still feels a bit of warmth rush to her cheeks. Does she like the poem he wrote for her? For her?? Of course she likes it. She absolutely adores it, which is why, despite knowing that she's noticeably blushing, she still turns around to beam at him.]
I did! No one has ever written a poem for me before, so it made me really, really happy.
[Okuyasu obviously struck it out of the park, "dope shit" line and all.]
[Oh shit, he slam dunked it? Evidently, since Ochako wouldn't lie to him about this very serious poem and she's also blushing like it's going out of style. That perks up his confidence a bit after the very harrowing hour of wondering if he made an incredibly embarrassing mistake, so-- nice!
That he now knows he is the first guy to write her a poem is... well, even fancy boy Lupin doesn't write poems for girls, but surely that's something. Yeah. Okuyasu finally stops loitering in his own doorway to come over and look at the sunflowers with her. Miraculous.]
Yeah? Nobody better try showing me up with one that's better. [dorky poetry is Okuyasu's territory now!! Confidence is one hell of a drug, because next he says,] You're cute when you get excited.
[And reaches for one of his flower baggies... Watch his brain catch up with his mouth in three, two... ack.]
[No one will ever be able to top his work of art!! She looks up at him, totally prepared to assure him of this fact... and promptly snaps her attention back down to the sunflowers before saying a single word. Oh, he. He certainly did just say that she's... cute...
AH.
Hopefully Okuyasu is isn't paying her any attention as she brings her hands up to her rapidly reddening cheeks, because boy, this is turning into an entirely different caliber of blush. Her face feels so warm! And she's vaguely aware that staying quiet is only going to make this worse, but it's hard to think of anything to say when she's feeling so many things at one time. Should she laugh it off? Should she change the subject? Should she thank him again and run for the door?
She's... clearly overthinking things, which is why she doesn't even notice that she's slowly drifting off the floor. Goodbye.]
[Okuyasu, busily fussing with a sunflower seedling, does not notice her new and improved blush quotient because he's studiously not making eye contact. Right here, right next to her. Not after he did that stupid, dumb thing... Lupin did not advise him about this... Writing her poetry and calling her cute, well, the only thing that could be more obvious is like giving her flowers or something, shit!! Maybe he should say— something? Not, like, "haha just kidding, you thought," that would be mean, but something else...
So that's where Okuyasu is, more or less, while he stares at a baby sunflower plant and doesn't move. It takes him such a long time to dare turn his head that he doesn't really notice how long she's been quiet, it's all going great, and then he's suddenly face-to-face with her when he does look.
Like, actually. She's eye level. That's new and different??]
[Running for the door is definitely looking like the best option here, but Ochako is still waffling when she hears him say her name. Whoops. She looks at him with a start, blinking stupidly for a moment before she realizes that she's not looking up—she is, in fact, looking straight at him. And he's looking straight back at her? This is... oh, this is weird.
It's not bad, though. Her heart is racing, sure, and her face is bright, bright red, but as she continues to stare at him, there's no denying that being on the same level as him is actually kind of—wait, wait, wait. What is she doing.]
S-Sorry! [It's the first thing that she can think to say? She slowly pulls her hands away from her cheeks, knowing that she should bring them together to release her quirk... except that seems hard to do at the moment, please be patient with her.] I just...
[She just doesn't know what to do. Ugh. Being unsure of herself is the worst, and as soon as she gets it together she is bolting out of here.]
look at this icon i've never gotten to use. an honor
[The longer she stares at him, the less he knows what to say, himself. This is his doing somehow, he's pretty sure about that part, but floating isn't a reaction he knows how to, uh, parse? How does he make sense of this, especially when she's up at his level and looking at him like that, it's really—very distracting.
The punchline here is that she's still cute, bright red and apparently unable to string a sentence together. Okuyasu can relate, at a loss for words himself, but after a long moment he breaks eye contact and looks down and away some, looking sheepish. Haha... ha. Hmm.
He'd kill to know what she's thinking, but as long as it's not something like Okuyasu is a big, stupid moron, he'll live. But you can never be sure of these things, so. Well. Nothing for it.]
[It's like eye contact was somehow keeping the awkwardness at bay, because wow, it slams right into her the very second he looks away. She presses her fingertips together just as quickly as she can, dropping lightly to her feet as she tries to find something—anything—to focus on that isn't the person in front of her. How long was she actually floating? He probably thinks that she's super weird. No, scratch that—he definitely thinks that she's super weird, and that is hitting her way harder than it should. Everything is so new and so confusing! What is she supposed to do?
...Run, of course. But she has to say something before she leaves, and so she forces herself to take a breath before blurting out a simple—]
Thanks! [Hmm, yes, that faux cheery tone is so great. She stands there for a moment longer, nervously knitting her fingers together, before she abruptly turns toward the door.] I should, um... probably go? I wanted to tell you that I liked the poem, and I did, s-so...
[So she's going to go home and hide under her pillow for the rest of the day.]
[Ooh, okay, this is... not really the ideal situation, objectively speaking. Guiltily he's a little relieved when she turns toward the door, because he can't keep looking at her looking at him like that and not fumble things more than he already has. But there's something off about the way she sounds that makes him want to say—something. Literally anything, at this point.
Meaningful words are way out of his wheelhouse, unfortunately, so he just flicks at a sunflower baggie instead. Yep, cool, this conversation went... sideways? At least Ochako is on the ground again. Status quo restored, great.
Great.... okay!!]
Yeah, I mean- yeah, sure. I'll talk to you later?
[Maybe? Send him a kaomoji in twelve hours and he'll feel a little less weird about this.]
winter is perfect for cute things, so god, i wish.......
[Shocking news, everyone: Teenagers are Dumb. This is why, despite the fact that some small part of her is telling her to stay, Ochako continues walking out of the room. Staying would be a no-brainer if he asked her to, or if he tried to keep the conversation going, but... he didn't, and he's not, and besides, those are both incredibly selfish thoughts to have when she's the one who messed everything up in the first place. Ugh.
To her credit, though, Ochako does pause in the doorway to shoot him a tremulous little smile over her shoulder. It's not his fault that things are strange right now? And things will eventually go back to normal, she knows, so...]
Yeah! Tomorrow for sure.
[She even gives him a little wave, aaaaaaand then... she's gone. Please know that the moment his house is out of view, she covers her face with her hands and sprints the entire way to Ruga. Why? Because she's a loser, that's why.]
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I didn't want to bother you, or make you feel bad. [This baby sunflower is just so interesting!! Let her lean even closer to it!] I mean, I did want to read one of your poems, but... it had to be one that you wanted to share.
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Well, you got it. [Yep... He honestly doesn't know what else to say!! She did read it, or else she wouldn't have come over-- aaah, it's too complicated to think about.] Did you like it?
[Did you, Ochako??]
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I did! No one has ever written a poem for me before, so it made me really, really happy.
[Okuyasu obviously struck it out of the park, "dope shit" line and all.]
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That he now knows he is the first guy to write her a poem is... well, even fancy boy Lupin doesn't write poems for girls, but surely that's something. Yeah. Okuyasu finally stops loitering in his own doorway to come over and look at the sunflowers with her. Miraculous.]
Yeah? Nobody better try showing me up with one that's better. [dorky poetry is Okuyasu's territory now!! Confidence is one hell of a drug, because next he says,] You're cute when you get excited.
[And reaches for one of his flower baggies... Watch his brain catch up with his mouth in three, two... ack.]
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AH.
Hopefully Okuyasu is isn't paying her any attention as she brings her hands up to her rapidly reddening cheeks, because boy, this is turning into an entirely different caliber of blush. Her face feels so warm! And she's vaguely aware that staying quiet is only going to make this worse, but it's hard to think of anything to say when she's feeling so many things at one time. Should she laugh it off? Should she change the subject? Should she thank him again and run for the door?
She's... clearly overthinking things, which is why she doesn't even notice that she's slowly drifting off the floor. Goodbye.]
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So that's where Okuyasu is, more or less, while he stares at a baby sunflower plant and doesn't move. It takes him such a long time to dare turn his head that he doesn't really notice how long she's been quiet, it's all going great, and then he's suddenly face-to-face with her when he does look.
Like, actually. She's eye level. That's new and different??]
Uh, Ochako, you're kinda... up?
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It's not bad, though. Her heart is racing, sure, and her face is bright, bright red, but as she continues to stare at him, there's no denying that being on the same level as him is actually kind of—wait, wait, wait. What is she doing.]
S-Sorry! [It's the first thing that she can think to say? She slowly pulls her hands away from her cheeks, knowing that she should bring them together to release her quirk... except that seems hard to do at the moment, please be patient with her.] I just...
[She just doesn't know what to do. Ugh. Being unsure of herself is the worst, and as soon as she gets it together she is bolting out of here.]
look at this icon i've never gotten to use. an honor
The punchline here is that she's still cute, bright red and apparently unable to string a sentence together. Okuyasu can relate, at a loss for words himself, but after a long moment he breaks eye contact and looks down and away some, looking sheepish. Haha... ha. Hmm.
He'd kill to know what she's thinking, but as long as it's not something like Okuyasu is a big, stupid moron, he'll live. But you can never be sure of these things, so. Well. Nothing for it.]
Nah, don't- uh, don't worry about it.
is he wearing earmuffs?? what a blessing
...Run, of course. But she has to say something before she leaves, and so she forces herself to take a breath before blurting out a simple—]
Thanks! [Hmm, yes, that faux cheery tone is so great. She stands there for a moment longer, nervously knitting her fingers together, before she abruptly turns toward the door.] I should, um... probably go? I wanted to tell you that I liked the poem, and I did, s-so...
[So she's going to go home and hide under her pillow for the rest of the day.]
he sure is. if only it was winter here?!
Meaningful words are way out of his wheelhouse, unfortunately, so he just flicks at a sunflower baggie instead. Yep, cool, this conversation went... sideways? At least Ochako is on the ground again. Status quo restored, great.
Great.... okay!!]
Yeah, I mean- yeah, sure. I'll talk to you later?
[Maybe? Send him a kaomoji in twelve hours and he'll feel a little less weird about this.]
winter is perfect for cute things, so god, i wish.......
To her credit, though, Ochako does pause in the doorway to shoot him a tremulous little smile over her shoulder. It's not his fault that things are strange right now? And things will eventually go back to normal, she knows, so...]
Yeah! Tomorrow for sure.
[She even gives him a little wave, aaaaaaand then... she's gone. Please know that the moment his house is out of view, she covers her face with her hands and sprints the entire way to Ruga. Why? Because she's a loser, that's why.]