[There are a couple of things she is expecting, but having fruit hurled at her face definitely isn't one of them. A punch, on the other hand, is, so when Mayuyu moves her hand to hurl it, Mayu begrudgingly releases her hold on the bat to try and block.
It's not wholly successful, since she was expecting a punch and not something being thrown. She hisses with indignation and launches herself at the idol with both arms outstretched, her fingers practically twitching with the desire to get them around her neck. She doesn't bother to try and wipe away the fruit's pulp - it can drip off her face on its own, for all she cares.]
now that i've clawed my way out of work hell.. i'm really sorry, guys
It's not wholly successful, since she was expecting a punch and not something being thrown. She hisses with indignation and launches herself at the idol with both arms outstretched, her fingers practically twitching with the desire to get them around her neck. She doesn't bother to try and wipe away the fruit's pulp - it can drip off her face on its own, for all she cares.]