Like an afterimage, he still feels Kaworu's murmur and the press of his nose on his neck. He tries and fails not to think about how that raised his heart rate and lowered his voice to a sigh.
He moves towards him as he lets out a small laugh.
"Paul-kun was on my back," he retraces his memory. Midoriya was trained how to handle someone like they're made of glass, but he purposefully allowed Paul's feet to drag along the floor last night. "And I carried you."
He approaches Kaworu, starts to curl an arm around his slim back. But he can't help catching the shift in Paul's feet, the tartness widening his smile, the shift of his shoulders in a bid for casualness. The Midoriya of a year ago wouldn't have scented and pursued this like the Midoriya of the present does now. He allows Paul certain dignities in certain contexts out of kindness and fondness for him. This is not one of those moments, though the kindness (inherent) and fondness (ardent) remains.
"Wait," he whispers into the shell of Kaworu's ear, mimicking the way he pressed a single word into the crook of his neck, but with a soft shyness instead of insistence, one that carries an if you please.
He steps away and presses a confident hand to Paul's chest, pushing him into the support of his other arm gently enough that he could easily duck away. He slides his foot into a stable stance and scoops up Paul's legs with a smooth enough swing that his head doesn't wobble. Midoriya is strong enough to carry a person without his Quirk, but he calls up that thrumming energy so the ride will be smoother. He turns his head playfully to Kaworu,
"Get on!" He doesn't mean his back, though he will adjust for that if Kaworu wishes. One For all is strong enough to put both of them in his arms.
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He moves towards him as he lets out a small laugh.
"Paul-kun was on my back," he retraces his memory. Midoriya was trained how to handle someone like they're made of glass, but he purposefully allowed Paul's feet to drag along the floor last night. "And I carried you."
He approaches Kaworu, starts to curl an arm around his slim back. But he can't help catching the shift in Paul's feet, the tartness widening his smile, the shift of his shoulders in a bid for casualness. The Midoriya of a year ago wouldn't have scented and pursued this like the Midoriya of the present does now. He allows Paul certain dignities in certain contexts out of kindness and fondness for him. This is not one of those moments, though the kindness (inherent) and fondness (ardent) remains.
"Wait," he whispers into the shell of Kaworu's ear, mimicking the way he pressed a single word into the crook of his neck, but with a soft shyness instead of insistence, one that carries an if you please.
He steps away and presses a confident hand to Paul's chest, pushing him into the support of his other arm gently enough that he could easily duck away. He slides his foot into a stable stance and scoops up Paul's legs with a smooth enough swing that his head doesn't wobble. Midoriya is strong enough to carry a person without his Quirk, but he calls up that thrumming energy so the ride will be smoother. He turns his head playfully to Kaworu,
"Get on!" He doesn't mean his back, though he will adjust for that if Kaworu wishes. One For all is strong enough to put both of them in his arms.