[Midoriya and Daniel go back and forth about their overlapping worlds, and Paul only listens. If he seems to have tucked his knees a shade closer at the mention of peach, the only one in a position to notice is doing everything he can to not look at him.
(The bright stain of red on Kaworu and Izuku's mouths, a vividness of color that only comes from summer sunshine, and their lips tasted like sugar and Izuku hummed when their teeth clicked together, Kaworu squirming between them impatiently. His tongue had ended up as red as theirs, the faint pink of peach conquered overwhelmingly.)
There's never a time when learning is wasted. Paul listens to them talk about a place they nearly have in common. He places Okinawa on an ancient map of Earth, which occupies all of a fraction of a second, but it's time not spent thinking of even more unreachable things so much closer.
It's a gentle topic to engage Midoriya with. Kind, an open, outstretched hand. Paul's averted focus slowly shifts, until he's not quite looking at Daniel out of the corner of his eye, guarded and watchful.]
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(The bright stain of red on Kaworu and Izuku's mouths, a vividness of color that only comes from summer sunshine, and their lips tasted like sugar and Izuku hummed when their teeth clicked together, Kaworu squirming between them impatiently. His tongue had ended up as red as theirs, the faint pink of peach conquered overwhelmingly.)
There's never a time when learning is wasted. Paul listens to them talk about a place they nearly have in common. He places Okinawa on an ancient map of Earth, which occupies all of a fraction of a second, but it's time not spent thinking of even more unreachable things so much closer.
It's a gentle topic to engage Midoriya with. Kind, an open, outstretched hand. Paul's averted focus slowly shifts, until he's not quite looking at Daniel out of the corner of his eye, guarded and watchful.]