@urabitea continuation of.
“Aaah. You’re such a crybaby, Ochako.”
Revy could feel the tingling warmth crawling from the tips of her ears down to her cheeks and she could feel her nose tingle and tickle at the gesture. “Uhh--don’t cry--well, okay then--” she stammered, not sure what to say, not sure how to react. “I’ve just never seen someone do something so cute, really. I appreciate it,” but the tone came out worse than it sounded in her head. Monotone. Rough. Like every other sentence she said--and even Revy could tell it sounded as insincere as it could get with her. Aaah... she fucked up big time.
... With a sigh, she took a step forward, adrenaline pumping in a sort of... confused panic. “Tch--” before gently putting her palm on the back of Uraraka’s head, pulling her close to her chest. Thu-thump. It was embarrassing to the highest degree--an absolute menace--something she’d never thought she’d do in ten million years. “There! I appreciate it! Don’t cry, you stupid dumbass!” she huffed, awkwardly suffocating her student in the sound of rapid heartbeat and full breasts. The Great, Always Cool, Always Suave, Flirty & Infallible Two-Hands, hugging her student, all flushed from her ears to the tip her nose ‘cause for once in a lifetime she’d completely missed the mark. It wasn’t even a hug--it was more of an act of silencing than a hug. God damn it. Spooked by a little affection--tch.
Nonetheless, like she’d seen in countless movies & films she kind of... lifted her palm in a repetitive patting motion. Because it was comforting, right? Her jankiness was fucking hysterical and her seeming overapplication of blush to the apples of her cheeks made her feel like a naked clown in polka-dot boxers. Honestly... what was she going to do with this girl?