“Remember what?” Kaworu blinks like a little baby animal, making it seem impossible that he could be so deeply thirsty and yet so naive at the same time. An impossible contradiction but that’s somehow fitting for a creature that is both boy and angel.

He idly rubs his nose on Midoriya’s shoulder, trying to clear out an early morning itch and shifts his hand back to Paul’s cheek. An affectionate thumb strokes the skin a few times before dropping to his bony shoulder and tapping out a soft rhythm.

“You carried us, probably. I wish remembered.” It would have been very attractive to see Midoriya carry them both.” He doesn’t think he could walk now so definitely not last night.

“There’s water in the bathroom.”