Kaworu shifts forward, knees around Midoriya's waist, seated on his leg on almost a straddle, perched there like a little bird. Not that it matters since Kaworu weighs next to nothing, just a comforting warm weight to someone like Midoriya.

"That's right, just shut them gently." There's a gentle thumb across Midoriya's eyelids, bringing them down in to a gentle closed position. Then he cups Midoriya's round, freckled face by his cheek and tilts his head back. Then he leans forward, tongue between his teeth, and gently paints dark thin lines across Midoriya's eyelid, ending in a sharp wing at the outer corner.

How is he so good at this? Unexplained. Pure gay angel power.