He's more expressive than Ange, Corruption-clouded eyes aside, but he knows sometimes people's expressions or words don't match their actions. Ange's face is blank and doesn't tell him anything, but Midoriya has the evidence of Ange apparently shutting away a few people she deeply cares for to protect them.

It's a close, rank, festering sort of love. It's more potent and external than the period Midoriya went through trying to protect everyone at the cost of his own wellbeing, the thing in the back of his mind that he continuously wrestles every day. It bubbles up like Corruption, and it's different for everyone.

Midoriya balls his hands into restless fists at his sides. He was never good at hiding the tremble in his voice or the saltwater pricking the edges of his eyes.

"I get wanting everyone to be safe, but something is really wrong with you two. I'm worried about you. This isn't your normal. That's not the Ushiromiya-san I know. You'd be more worried about Rose-san than making this place bigger. You would never let Rose-san call herself furniture."

He extends his hand in its tattered glove. "C'mon. Let's go. We're a part of the world. We can't hide from it or hurt the ones we love to protect them."

("I had to save you," said the young man flinching from Midoriya's mercy.)