Kaworu examines the condom in his hand, flipping it over a few times, like he didn't just say something so declarative. In his mind, it's simple: he and Paul like each other and Midoriya is also their friend. He may not know Midoriya as well as he knows Paul or as well as Paul knows Midoriya but that doesn't feel like it particularly matters. They fit easily together in some combination even if their feelings aren't all exactly the same. And it's nice, feeling like things fit together.
He sits up too, pressing his back against Paul's sweaty side (Paul is lucky he's handsome enough that the sweat can be forgiven), and then kicking his legs out over Midoriya's thighs. A hungover rendition of their arrangement last night.
"Why does there have to be rules? Rules are all made up and people the make them up are the ones who think they're important."
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Kaworu examines the condom in his hand, flipping it over a few times, like he didn't just say something so declarative. In his mind, it's simple: he and Paul like each other and Midoriya is also their friend. He may not know Midoriya as well as he knows Paul or as well as Paul knows Midoriya but that doesn't feel like it particularly matters. They fit easily together in some combination even if their feelings aren't all exactly the same. And it's nice, feeling like things fit together.
He sits up too, pressing his back against Paul's sweaty side (Paul is lucky he's handsome enough that the sweat can be forgiven), and then kicking his legs out over Midoriya's thighs. A hungover rendition of their arrangement last night.
"Why does there have to be rules? Rules are all made up and people the make them up are the ones who think they're important."