We. His face falls like a dying leaf that knows another must follow. He tried to push Paul away already, and Paul simply hung on by bending time and space. Midoriya would waste time trying to do it again, and that would leave Paul to the mercy of his shadow and the monstrosities emerging from the surf.
"I'm not trying to get away. I'm trying to find Kaworu-kun." His throat is tight.
The green in his eyes is still in danger of being clouded over with white. He has never been afraid of Paul's power, only what he does with it, mostly to himself. He supposes Paul must feel the same whenever he sees him hurt himself with One For All.
He steps closer, almost as if he's seeking comfort from the ghost of pain that stutters his deep breaths. (He's ignoring it in favor of adrenaline instead.) He loosely circles his arms around Paul's waist and bows his slime- and sand-covered head in surrender. The difference in their heights is more apparent when he's near, and he can seem so small when he isn't standing solidly.
(Do you trust me? Paul asked him before they clasped hands.)
"Okay. I can get you into the air. You can stop there." He hopes.
It's the same quiet tone of voice he uses when they must shower or bed. It's a thing that must be done, and they will feel better when they do it. Somewhere, Kaworu waits for them--or worse, he is unable to even think about waiting for them. Midoriya can't let that be.
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"I'm not trying to get away. I'm trying to find Kaworu-kun." His throat is tight.
The green in his eyes is still in danger of being clouded over with white. He has never been afraid of Paul's power, only what he does with it, mostly to himself. He supposes Paul must feel the same whenever he sees him hurt himself with One For All.
He steps closer, almost as if he's seeking comfort from the ghost of pain that stutters his deep breaths. (He's ignoring it in favor of adrenaline instead.) He loosely circles his arms around Paul's waist and bows his slime- and sand-covered head in surrender. The difference in their heights is more apparent when he's near, and he can seem so small when he isn't standing solidly.
(Do you trust me? Paul asked him before they clasped hands.)
"Okay. I can get you into the air. You can stop there." He hopes.
It's the same quiet tone of voice he uses when they must shower or bed. It's a thing that must be done, and they will feel better when they do it. Somewhere, Kaworu waits for them--or worse, he is unable to even think about waiting for them. Midoriya can't let that be.