"He looks excellent," Kaworu amends, reaching out to smooth the wing with his thumb. Then he runs his fingers down Midoriya's face, appreciating the freckles and the way his eyes seem to have so many shades of green that he didn't even know existed. His eyes drop further, down to the collar bones, appreciating the way his shirt clings to his muscled shoulders and chest, shifting into the grooves when he moves.

Yes. It's very good.

He drops back down into Paul's lap, looking quite pleased with himself. "Which is what Paul meant to say."