Absurdly, hilariously, Midoriya doesn't care about lack of clothing on boys and on himself. If he wasn't already, communal facilities at UA desensitized him. Paul needlessly covering Kaworu just underscores how ridiculous his friends have been to him all morning. (Is it morning?) It's what they seemed to be doing, and not being sure he's allowed to be here while they do it, that he's helplessly confused about.

He hurriedly closes the door so they'll have privacy, realizes too late he's on the wrong (right?) side of it, decides this is what he wanted anyway. (Right?) That's why he brought the eggplant in the first place. (Still not as weird as worms, Paul.) Right--his mission.

"Y-yes." He shyly walks over and sets the eggplant down where he'd put the water pitcher earlier. He tries not to stare at how sweaty and flushed his friends look. It makes him feel warm. "I thought I'd see if you were ready for breakfast, but maybe I should just do this now..." As soon as humanly possible. "Did either of you even get up while I was gone?"

He begins intrepidly frisking the bed, hoping to find another condom.