You: "What'chu gawkin' at, mochi girl?" You'd say, in your Jetman Black Condor suit, basically your henshinned state.

Ochaco: Wholesome smile.

You: "Stop allat."

Ochaco: Bigger smile. Why u got beef with her she literally loves you.

You: "Stop lookin' at me like that."

Ochaco: Cancer curing smile.

You: "Aw goddammit, get over hea'." You say, opening your arms only to get tackled into a floating hug. "ACK, STINKIN' CHUBBY MOCHI GIRL-"