Maybe Kaworu wouldn't feel so free to trap him if Midoriya didn't automatically shift his bent knees to be a more comfortable seat. Thus, Midoriya can't give in to the urge to bolt off the bed to save his good friends from the disaster that is himself. Midoriya had chosen not to think about whatever-it-is until later, even in the face of deferring Kaworu's earlier shamelessness. He didn't think later would come so soon.
To have rules, one has to have an inkling of what they're for and when one wants to invoke them. Midoriya can't believe Paul thinks he, a total nerd, knows about such things, much less has rules other than general considerations one might give to any close friend.
Midoriya can feel himself breaking into a nervous sweat, but he's never been one to give in to that when something really needs doing. He only knows how to be a good friend. He needs to tell them soothingly (falteringly),
"I don't even know what rules you're talking about... It's all right, I never expected anything. Don't worry about it."
Paul looks like a mournful parent cradling a sick eggplant baby. Midoriya shifts to reconnect Paul's knee with his side--with slightly more gusto, an acknowledgement of how they spar together.
"You two have been together a while," he explains his (incorrect) assumption garnered from their closeness, "so I was surprised you didn't teach Nagisa-kun this basic safety. I could have just sent a video, but... well... the search results were... I thought this would be easier than sifting through all that," he finishes with a wince.
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To have rules, one has to have an inkling of what they're for and when one wants to invoke them. Midoriya can't believe Paul thinks he, a total nerd, knows about such things, much less has rules other than general considerations one might give to any close friend.
Midoriya can feel himself breaking into a nervous sweat, but he's never been one to give in to that when something really needs doing. He only knows how to be a good friend. He needs to tell them soothingly (falteringly),
"I don't even know what rules you're talking about... It's all right, I never expected anything. Don't worry about it."
Paul looks like a mournful parent cradling a sick eggplant baby. Midoriya shifts to reconnect Paul's knee with his side--with slightly more gusto, an acknowledgement of how they spar together.
"You two have been together a while," he explains his (incorrect) assumption garnered from their closeness, "so I was surprised you didn't teach Nagisa-kun this basic safety. I could have just sent a video, but... well... the search results were... I thought this would be easier than sifting through all that," he finishes with a wince.