Blood rushes to his face as he looks completely away. He thinks Kaworu might have put that less baldly, for the sake of all their horribly throbbing heads and Midoriya's vivid imagination--all while he's holding a condom, in front of Paul, whose only objection is his knowledge being called into question. It's so much to unpack--not the condom part, not even its intended purpose, but the part that involves him, here, in this room. It's a little like being blindsided when the other two handed him their drawing, but fueled by the panic of what-does-he-say-now.
Salvation comes in the form of a pillow. He hears Paul move, and he sort of expects and accepts the whump on the back of his head.
"I was just checking! It's important!" he blusters over his shoulder without venom while a new wave of dizziness and ache riots over his skull. Unlike Paul, Midoriya doesn't think of the closeness of the two on the bed at all. Waking up to the face touching was enough. Really, the true shock is that Paul knows how to use a condom, and Kaworu doesn't. It underscores the general sense that no one in this room knows what they are doing.
If there's one thing Midnight-sensei (and the internet) taught him, it's that people can live their best lives in an extremely sex-positive way. Midoriya, at the moment, feels extremely unsexy. There's nothing sexy about feeling like a blob that got hit by a train. Midoriya makes the executive decision that this, all of this, is something for future Midoriya to think about--even if future Midoriya is just the more hydrated one cooking eggs.
"...Thank you for offering, Nagisa-kun, but my mouth tastes like something died in it. If you have a spare toothbrush, I will take that. I'm going to--I'm putting this here--" The condom goes next to the water jug. "I'm going to make breakfast, and I'm going to show you how to use this."
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Salvation comes in the form of a pillow. He hears Paul move, and he sort of expects and accepts the whump on the back of his head.
"I was just checking! It's important!" he blusters over his shoulder without venom while a new wave of dizziness and ache riots over his skull. Unlike Paul, Midoriya doesn't think of the closeness of the two on the bed at all. Waking up to the face touching was enough. Really, the true shock is that Paul knows how to use a condom, and Kaworu doesn't. It underscores the general sense that no one in this room knows what they are doing.
If there's one thing Midnight-sensei (and the internet) taught him, it's that people can live their best lives in an extremely sex-positive way. Midoriya, at the moment, feels extremely unsexy. There's nothing sexy about feeling like a blob that got hit by a train. Midoriya makes the executive decision that this, all of this, is something for future Midoriya to think about--even if future Midoriya is just the more hydrated one cooking eggs.
"...Thank you for offering, Nagisa-kun, but my mouth tastes like something died in it. If you have a spare toothbrush, I will take that. I'm going to--I'm putting this here--" The condom goes next to the water jug. "I'm going to make breakfast, and I'm going to show you how to use this."