The days have been...long. Difficult. Draining. It well and truly felt like a test of endurance, and Ochako's resolve - usually quite strong indeed - was wearing thin. People were acting so differently, she was starting to act so differently... And the longer the days stretched, the worse it became. Being a Sleeper this month was agony - let alone being a useless Warmblood, too. But, Ochako didn't quite understand why, or by how much, until she started to get pushed around just trying to get her usual groceries. Lesser quality and quantity would require high trade value items, some people just straight up closed their doors in her face, others would push her around...literally.
And for the most part, Ochako could and would shrug off the atrocities, or give someone a piece of her mind right back (momma didn't raise no coward), but things started to get real bad once she started wondering why. Why was she being singled out? Why was she being bullied? What did she do? The answer was a dark hiss in her mind that told her people were judging her. Pointing and whispering any time she'd go out with her new boyfriend. It was no secret how Bakugou was - rude, mean, aggressive, petty, and spiteful...the exact opposite of what Ochako normally was. She fell for the bad boy, she was charmed just because he has a pretty face and nothing else, bet she'd jump ship when she found someone better...
Wasn't he rich, and she was poor in their worlds?
Boy must have been desperate to look good if he chose her. Or blind.
The whispers, the words, the hissing, scalding, writhing thoughts sears themselves like molten serpents across her mind, and Ochako trudges home, clutching her tiny bag of groceries, head bowed low and arms clutching the bag so tight her fingers are shaking. Teeth and clenched and grit behind pursed lips, eyes dark and downcast. It'd be...so easy. So easy to tell them off, to taunt them by hanging them up in the air a few dozen feet. Or a few hundred... To pick up and flip their crummy little stalls with one hand, to hurl the table of goods through their shop's windows and walls. She could do so much...
Ochako bumps shoulders with someone as she moves, and a low growl escapes her throat. Not an apology, or a polite 'excuse me', but a near animalistic growl as her dark eyes jerk to see who it was this time trying to pick on her. If they want to get physical...so be it.
WILDCARD, YEEHAW | Fortune's Favor
And for the most part, Ochako could and would shrug off the atrocities, or give someone a piece of her mind right back (momma didn't raise no coward), but things started to get real bad once she started wondering why. Why was she being singled out? Why was she being bullied? What did she do? The answer was a dark hiss in her mind that told her people were judging her. Pointing and whispering any time she'd go out with her new boyfriend. It was no secret how Bakugou was - rude, mean, aggressive, petty, and spiteful...the exact opposite of what Ochako normally was. She fell for the bad boy, she was charmed just because he has a pretty face and nothing else, bet she'd jump ship when she found someone better...
Wasn't he rich, and she was poor in their worlds?
Boy must have been desperate to look good if he chose her. Or blind.
The whispers, the words, the hissing, scalding, writhing thoughts sears themselves like molten serpents across her mind, and Ochako trudges home, clutching her tiny bag of groceries, head bowed low and arms clutching the bag so tight her fingers are shaking. Teeth and clenched and grit behind pursed lips, eyes dark and downcast. It'd be...so easy. So easy to tell them off, to taunt them by hanging them up in the air a few dozen feet. Or a few hundred... To pick up and flip their crummy little stalls with one hand, to hurl the table of goods through their shop's windows and walls. She could do so much...
Ochako bumps shoulders with someone as she moves, and a low growl escapes her throat. Not an apology, or a polite 'excuse me', but a near animalistic growl as her dark eyes jerk to see who it was this time trying to pick on her. If they want to get physical...so be it.