For a moment, Kaworu lets himself just be in the space, surrounded by two people he likes very much and who, apparently, like him back. It's affirming, like for once his strange existence isn't out of step with everyone else and the world around him.

Like Paul, he knows it's an unrealistic expectation that they can protect each other. But he likes to think if they stay close like this, perhaps it's something that's possible.

Then at the possibility of some fun, his third eye opens and he abruptly pops up from prone to sit in Paul's lap and give Midoriya a look.

"Izuku-kun isn't wearing eyeliner."

Out of seemingly? Nowhere? (Thanks Darkblood powers) there's a little pen in his hand that he spins through thin, pale fingers.