His eyes widen and furrow in surprise. Because it's Paul, his lips part easily onto the taste of iron, hard enamel, and the paradoxically soft invasion of his tongue. Because it's Paul, he forgets, for a moment, about all the eyes watching them. The stifling heat of the fight steams out of his nose in quick bursts. He trusts him.
His voice is low and throbbing and full of teeth rasping against warm skin. "So many people are trying their best here. I have to come at them with everything I've got. It's for them." He needs no other incentive to win. As ever, he's thinking of others instead of himself, the surest way to raise his hackles. He would have gladly helped Paul test his new fighting style any time--except today. It's not just Midoriya who stood to be disappointed, and he couldn't have that.
He doesn't think about what he does next. There are no thoughts, no warning even to himself. The razing burn across his scalp as he moves is of no consequence. He jerks his head back a few inches and cracks it on Paul's with a spatter of sweat droplets. It's not hard enough for a knockout, but Paul's vanity may suffer for a bit from a rosy circle on his perfect forehead.
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His voice is low and throbbing and full of teeth rasping against warm skin. "So many people are trying their best here. I have to come at them with everything I've got. It's for them." He needs no other incentive to win. As ever, he's thinking of others instead of himself, the surest way to raise his hackles. He would have gladly helped Paul test his new fighting style any time--except today. It's not just Midoriya who stood to be disappointed, and he couldn't have that.
He doesn't think about what he does next. There are no thoughts, no warning even to himself. The razing burn across his scalp as he moves is of no consequence. He jerks his head back a few inches and cracks it on Paul's with a spatter of sweat droplets. It's not hard enough for a knockout, but Paul's vanity may suffer for a bit from a rosy circle on his perfect forehead.