He flashes his biggest grin to further encourage Kaworu, who usually flops onto people he likes without reservation, who for a moment looks like--himself, two years ago. Then all caution is thrown to the winds (except Midoriya's care when carrying people). He bites his lower lip to contain his laughter, afraid of waking anyone up, and buries his face against the two of them before he must look where he's stepping. Paul isn't the only sentimental one around. Sometimes Midoriya can hardly believe he's been lucky enough to know some of the people in his life.
He feels blessed.
If the previous night's sight of Midoriya carrying these two properly was something, it's nothing compared to the jumbled stack in his arms now. He instructs one of them to open and close the bedroom door in a conspiratorial whisper brimming with barely contained joy. To avoid a harsh landing, he deposits them on the bed in a mess of limbs both long and short, bending and ultimately slumping on the bed himself to follow the arms around his neck down. His feet dangle over the edge. Though the arcing energy of his Quirk dissipates, he still feels heat under his skin.
He raises his face (pleasantly pink) and half his chest from where they squashed against Paul's side. Midoriya lets out his first heedless laugh since an eggplant sailed through the air and hit the wall. He feels the same as then, forgetful of his nervousness. He curls an arm around the nearest part of Kaworu he can reach--probably all of him, since he's so slim. He doesn't know what he's doing or how, but he wants the closeness of their breath against him again, heedless as the laugh on his face.
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He feels blessed.
If the previous night's sight of Midoriya carrying these two properly was something, it's nothing compared to the jumbled stack in his arms now. He instructs one of them to open and close the bedroom door in a conspiratorial whisper brimming with barely contained joy. To avoid a harsh landing, he deposits them on the bed in a mess of limbs both long and short, bending and ultimately slumping on the bed himself to follow the arms around his neck down. His feet dangle over the edge. Though the arcing energy of his Quirk dissipates, he still feels heat under his skin.
He raises his face (pleasantly pink) and half his chest from where they squashed against Paul's side. Midoriya lets out his first heedless laugh since an eggplant sailed through the air and hit the wall. He feels the same as then, forgetful of his nervousness. He curls an arm around the nearest part of Kaworu he can reach--probably all of him, since he's so slim. He doesn't know what he's doing or how, but he wants the closeness of their breath against him again, heedless as the laugh on his face.