The ride up the stairs is nearly as memorable as last night's trip to the closet. Midoriya's strength is certainly impressive and seeing it in action, along with the anchoring arm around his waist, means the idea that this might actually be silly doesn't even enter his brain. Kaworu drops easily onto the bed, cushioned by the mattress and Paul, their limbs tangled together in a familiar way.

He shifts a little, settling his head on Paul's chest, then he's suddenly, and comfortably, weighed down by Midoriya's arm coming to rest around his waist. Red eyes come to meet green, his hair flutters from Paul and Midoriya's breath against him, and Paul's heartbeat drums pleasantly in his ears.

"So." Matter of fact and yet somehow shifting into slyness. "Do you want me to kiss you?"