[closed] Deku shut up

[wannasmash]

Who: Izuku "Deku shut up" Midoriya
What: Deku is unable to lie and other stuff.
When: November
Where: various

Content Warnings: spoilers for Deku's canonpoint, more CWs noted below

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[peripheries]

"I am not."

Have (not very sharp) kick in the knee for your concerns! "And it's because your art isn't very good." Wow. He's half asleep and still woke up to choose violence.

"I'm going to stay up so you can dream of drawing better and Paul can dream about whatever dumb stuff he usually dreams about. Like big rocks and birds that mean things."

[terriblepurpose]

There are two concerns at play splitting Paul's attention. Both are important, but one has more urgency. Paul doesn't flinch at Kaworu's kicking or squirming - he simply, with the ease of practice, wraps an arm and leg around him to pin him more or less in place.

"I'll show you a bird that means things," he says, absently, with a light squeeze to show he doesn't mean it. "Izuku-kun's art is expressive. And so is he."

Not necessarily more so than usual, but differently. The itch of intuition is only intensifying.

If this is what he thinks it is, they need to press harder on the point. Paul's tongue comes out to wet the seam of his lips, his own eyebrows knitting to match Midoriya's. Hesitantly, he advances.

"What's a question you wouldn't want me to ask you?"

oops whoops sux to be you izuku

[wannasmash]

He makes two sounds: one guh! when he's kicked, and another when Kaworu adds insult to injury immediately after. Neither are much of an insult or injury, but he is wounded and betrayed by a cruel angel. His face is indeed expressive, and it pinches exaggeratedly before settling to listen to Paul's question.

He could simply not speak, but it doesn't occur to him to refuse his automatic inclination to answer a beloved. He should say something harmless, some stupid little high school embarrassment, but real truths jostle for attention.

"Where my Quirk came from."

Faces lie. All Might uses his smiles to reassure people and trick his own fear all the time. Midoriya finds this difficult to do. He finds himself trembling silently, trapped within himself like a moth in a jar as he stares at Paul with eyes wide and mouth firmly shut. This is the best he can manage. A neighbor is practicing drums at this ungodly hour, but really it's his heart pounding in his ears.

He leaves the comfort of the bed and quietly pads out of the warmest room, forgetting to put on something over his T-shirt. He shivers in his cold sweat as he goes to make a round of the apartment even though he knows perfectly well that Danger Sense's range far exceeds its bounds. His body immediately misses the steady heat of two bodies tucked against it.