He breaks form and forgets that he's being drawn. An open grin spreads on his face. The Midoriya before the battle giddily shines through as he catches the joy of that uninhibited laugh. Once, Paul's glowing Corrupted eyes carved themselves on Midoriya's heart as a defeat. Paul's laughter is a victory.
These past months left little time for things like sitting like this, close and comfortable. His nerves thrill again as Kaworu moves without thinking. Midoriya resigns himself to this pleasant electricity. Belatedly he rearranges himself back into Paul's stupid, attractive pose.
"A team-up?" he asks mildly, using the jargon of Heroes as he watches Kaworu begin to draw. For the first time, he doubts his friends--or rather, he trusts them. He trusts them to be up to something. "Don't know if I should be excited or nervous." Even if it's just all the talk about fooling one of their number already, it's funny.
He'd leave it at that, but he's floating on clouds. He gives Kaworu's knee a gentle poke and Paul a similarly soft punt with his foot. (His red sneakers are... somewhere. Oh yes, just over there. They're comfortable, but socks are more so.)
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These past months left little time for things like sitting like this, close and comfortable. His nerves thrill again as Kaworu moves without thinking. Midoriya resigns himself to this pleasant electricity. Belatedly he rearranges himself back into Paul's stupid, attractive pose.
"A team-up?" he asks mildly, using the jargon of Heroes as he watches Kaworu begin to draw. For the first time, he doubts his friends--or rather, he trusts them. He trusts them to be up to something. "Don't know if I should be excited or nervous." Even if it's just all the talk about fooling one of their number already, it's funny.
He'd leave it at that, but he's floating on clouds. He gives Kaworu's knee a gentle poke and Paul a similarly soft punt with his foot. (His red sneakers are... somewhere. Oh yes, just over there. They're comfortable, but socks are more so.)