[The funniest thing about this scenario, on top of Dito being so completely WRONG about everything is...Ochako isn't in her home. Both she and Bakugou are out, each one doing either their usual patrols or some basic errands and chores they usually do around Trench. The godawful weather makes it far more difficult, yes, but sometimes you don't exactly have a choice in what you want to do versus what you need to do.
So imagine the sight Ochako comes upon after going to gather some more essentials. Water and firewood mostly, as well as the anything still sold in the shops. It's all loaded up on a cute little sled she's pulling behind her (borrowed, she has to give it back to the shopkeep tomorrow). Like Dito, she's equally bundled up in cozy winter gear - boots, scarf, mittens, some adorable earmuffs, and...a familiar looking coat. Yes, it's the one he got her, the one that resembled an owl, with the feathery "ears" at the top.
The crunch of her boots on the snow is probably overshadowed by the raucous hammering of his fist on their door, and she just sort of...pauses and stares at him for a moment before tilting her head and coughing just loud enough to grab his attention.]
[He was expecting her voice, sure-- but he wasn't expecting it from behind him. Dito's body jerks at the cough; whirls around with a brief look of panic, one hand gripping the haft of the spear at his back.
When he sees Ochako standing there, a look of genuine puzzlement on her face, his expression darkens with barely controlled outrage. Really, she's lucky he didn't skewer her right then and there. Releasing his grip on the weapon, Dito stalks over to her with angry, purposeful strides.]
What the hell is THIS?! [He tugs at the scarf currently wrapped snugly around his neck.] You think it's goddamn funny, toying with me like this? What kind of game are you playing at, huh?!
[His anger would be intimidating if he didn't currently look for all the world like a young student on his way to winter classes.]
[She blinks at him, not having been even remotely afraid of him when he tensed or reached for his spear. She knows he wouldn't, even on accident, and it's not like Ochako can't simply move out the way herself. She's agile, and strong, after all - mostly she'd be worried about her cargo and little sled getting damaged.
Once he storms over, her puzzlement only seems to grow, but when her eyes lock on the scarf, realization dawns. Ochako's eyes widen, like a lightbulb went on in her head, and briefly she looks overjoyed - he's wearing the scarf she made him!! - then actually focuses long enough to see that Dito's angry. In fact, he looks rather furious - she's so conditioned to it from Bakugou - this type of anger specifically - that Ochako barely registers sometime. She acknowledges, sure, but she never rises to the same level.]
Oh, it's the gift I got you!! For...f-for Christmas... [She looks up from it to his face, suddenly look a little...sad? Crestfallen, mostly.] Did you not like it? I thought the color suited you...and I made sure the yarn was soft, not scratchy...
[Her face falls; her voice grows soft and uncertain, and Dito feels his throat tighten. He swallows, feeling a strange, bitter taste on the back of his tongue, though he can't imagine why. This is the sort of reaction he has to Five's overtures, when her pouts of disappointment usually signified a punishment was on the horizon. But Ochako is not Five-- even when she wrapped her arms around him in that unexpected display of affection, Dito never felt powerless around her; never felt as if he were unable to escape her clutches.
Clearly her tactics are to disarm, not to overpower.]
No, i-it's fine-- [The words are out of his mouth before his brain catches up, and he feels his face flush with chagrin. He shakes his head vehemently.] I mean it's not fine! I told you we were square! Why do you gotta tip the balance like this again?!
[Ochako is moving toward the house as he speaks, tugging along her little sled of supplies - it's probably better to talk inside and not in the godawful cold and snow. Unlocking the door, she opens it and ushers him in with a casual wave of her hand, speaking as she does.]
...Square? What do you mean? [Once within the warm confines of her and Bakugou's house, Ochako starts to shuck off all the excess layers, hanging the wet and snowy garments on a coat hook to dry off.] I got gifts for all my friends - that's part of the tradition, at least back in my world. You give gifts to friends, family, and the people you love. It's about making people happy, being together, and the joy of giving. That's why I really like the winter holiday back home, I just really, really love seeing people smile. You never have to get me anything back, I don't really need too much. Only do it if you want to.
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So imagine the sight Ochako comes upon after going to gather some more essentials. Water and firewood mostly, as well as the anything still sold in the shops. It's all loaded up on a cute little sled she's pulling behind her (borrowed, she has to give it back to the shopkeep tomorrow). Like Dito, she's equally bundled up in cozy winter gear - boots, scarf, mittens, some adorable earmuffs, and...a familiar looking coat. Yes, it's the one he got her, the one that resembled an owl, with the feathery "ears" at the top.
The crunch of her boots on the snow is probably overshadowed by the raucous hammering of his fist on their door, and she just sort of...pauses and stares at him for a moment before tilting her head and coughing just loud enough to grab his attention.]
D-Dito-san...? [You good, dude?]
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When he sees Ochako standing there, a look of genuine puzzlement on her face, his expression darkens with barely controlled outrage. Really, she's lucky he didn't skewer her right then and there. Releasing his grip on the weapon, Dito stalks over to her with angry, purposeful strides.]
What the hell is THIS?! [He tugs at the scarf currently wrapped snugly around his neck.] You think it's goddamn funny, toying with me like this? What kind of game are you playing at, huh?!
[His anger would be intimidating if he didn't currently look for all the world like a young student on his way to winter classes.]
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Once he storms over, her puzzlement only seems to grow, but when her eyes lock on the scarf, realization dawns. Ochako's eyes widen, like a lightbulb went on in her head, and briefly she looks overjoyed - he's wearing the scarf she made him!! - then actually focuses long enough to see that Dito's angry. In fact, he looks rather furious - she's so conditioned to it from Bakugou - this type of anger specifically - that Ochako barely registers sometime. She acknowledges, sure, but she never rises to the same level.]
Oh, it's the gift I got you!! For...f-for Christmas... [She looks up from it to his face, suddenly look a little...sad? Crestfallen, mostly.] Did you not like it? I thought the color suited you...and I made sure the yarn was soft, not scratchy...
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Clearly her tactics are to disarm, not to overpower.]
No, i-it's fine-- [The words are out of his mouth before his brain catches up, and he feels his face flush with chagrin. He shakes his head vehemently.] I mean it's not fine! I told you we were square! Why do you gotta tip the balance like this again?!
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...Square? What do you mean? [Once within the warm confines of her and Bakugou's house, Ochako starts to shuck off all the excess layers, hanging the wet and snowy garments on a coat hook to dry off.] I got gifts for all my friends - that's part of the tradition, at least back in my world. You give gifts to friends, family, and the people you love. It's about making people happy, being together, and the joy of giving. That's why I really like the winter holiday back home, I just really, really love seeing people smile. You never have to get me anything back, I don't really need too much. Only do it if you want to.