As Midoriya scoots out, Kaworu sleepily raises an arm for him to leave without trouble, then immediately rolls over into the warm spot on the bed that he left behind, curling closer to Paul. His back presses against the taller boy's chest as Kaworu's knees curl to his own, completely indulgent in a way that is almost a little annoying.

He feels horrible but that's a standard for how he's lived his life; it's just a different sort of horrible. So he doesn't let the pounding in his head stop him from watching Midoriya down the water like he's a dried up husk of a Pro Hero. Then he tilts his head, finally understanding what Midoriya means, only to tilt further when the other boy holds up a small object that... he has no idea what it is.

"No." Is honesty a ever a bad policy? Kaworu Nagisa doesn't think so. "If you want to have your first kiss, I could kiss you."

DO NOT. Unless you really want to. (He definitely threw up in a potted plant last night or something).