Enter the angel who, despite clearly having stolen one of Paul's nondescript black t-shirts in a sort of revenge, comes in looking like an absolute fashion model with his hair pulled back and eyeliner done perfectly.
He flops down on the couch, kicking his lanky (for his relative height) legs over Midoriya's lap and resting his messy dandelion hair against Paul's stomach, shoulders coming to settle in his lap. Kaworu takes the sketch book and tilts it further in his direction to better examine it like he's some sort of tiny, eldritch, art director. There's a nod, "not bad", but his overall expression is like someone trying to decide if they want to swipe right on a dating profile. He can never decide if Midoriya is handsome or just cute. This drawing makes him lead a little towards "handsome".
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Enter the angel who, despite clearly having stolen one of Paul's nondescript black t-shirts in a sort of revenge, comes in looking like an absolute fashion model with his hair pulled back and eyeliner done perfectly.
He flops down on the couch, kicking his lanky (for his relative height) legs over Midoriya's lap and resting his messy dandelion hair against Paul's stomach, shoulders coming to settle in his lap. Kaworu takes the sketch book and tilts it further in his direction to better examine it like he's some sort of tiny, eldritch, art director. There's a nod, "not bad", but his overall expression is like someone trying to decide if they want to swipe right on a dating profile. He can never decide if Midoriya is handsome or just cute. This drawing makes him lead a little towards "handsome".
"It's cute."