Kaworu watches Midoriya tenderly stroke Paul's curls and he shifts, resting the urge to butt his head against Midoriya's hand in hopes that he'll receive the same gesture. Instead, he curls closer to Paul, apprehensive about if his question will be met with rejection. The anxiety that humans face when trying to understand others... it can become crushing and how easy it is to overthink something that should be simple. It always seems so simple to him until it isn't.

"It's alright. If you're afraid. It's normal-" He tries to offer some reassurance before Midoriya moves forward and presses his lips against his. It's not like the crushing, desperate, intoxicating way that he and Paul kissed last night and earlier. Instead, it's tender, almost uncertain, and it makes him feel at ease more than it lights any flames.

He leans in, pressing his lips against Midoriya's with a confidence to balance out the other boy's (both of their) inexperience. It's firm and his fingers come up to cup a soft freckled cheek as Midoriya pulls him closer to Paul and himself. He finds there's a distinct pleasure in being held.