[Paul has already slowed his body to a metabolic lull, so even if he might have otherwise resisted, he's nearly incapable of doing so now - to either Kaworu's gentle torment or Midoriya's assertive cornering.
He only looks at both of them with dreamy, glossy eyes, smiling serenely as he slumps against Kaworu's side while leaned against the wall.]
[WELL LA-DEE-DA LOOK AT MR.SLOW METABOLISM OVER HERE.
Paul is the most annoying person that Kaworu has ever met and it's not fair that he's also handsome and sweet and someone he loves more than almost anything else in the world.
Still, he can't let this slide. Or well, he can let Paul slide. Right to the goddamn floor as he leans against Midoriya's arm trapping him against the wall in a way that can only be described as "sultry as attempted by someone who is just feral and horny".]
Well. If he's going to be like that. I guess, it's just you and me, Izuku-kun.
[ It is a testament to Paul's stubbornness that he endures their roughhousing (Midoriya believes it's roughhousing still, licking included) without breaking form. Or maybe he's just ragdolling uselessly, and Midoriya will catch Paul by the shirt with his free hand--
[ Midoriya did not anticipate this reaction, though the thin shoulder against his arm is not unwelcome. He just needs a moment. His face is bright red. Paul, in his infinitely stupid super-observant way, can probably see all the (im)proper physiological reactions here. ]
I was just trying to pay you back for making jokes about us on the internet where everyone can see!
[The greatest challenge is suppressing the diaphragmatic hitch of laughter that threatens to disrupt his carefully measured breath. He elects to expend his precious oxygen reserves by staying on his feet, reluctantly, toppling forward to rest as much of his weight against the crook of Midoriya's shoulder as possible.
This requires a certain draping of his taller body that precludes visual observation of Midoriya's reactions, but the vibration of his voice through Paul's ribs is more than sufficient on its own. He nuzzles the top of Midoriya's head consolingly, still silent.
He is not precluded from visual observation of Kaworu, which he engages in with thorough and frank enjoyment.]
Nothing for you if you're going to be that way! Kaworu lets his shirt drop back down his torso and promptly pounces on Paul, wiggling between him and Midoriya so he can try to find a good ticklish place to jab.]
[ He bodily props Paul up against the wall. It's not so strange that Paul has chosen to demonstrate his ability to show off. It is strange (and slightly unsettling, but he carefully does not think of that) not to feel Paul's breathing, something Midoriya subconsciously uses to measure the ebb and flow of him. He passes glances at him in his upper periphery. He elects to let go of his shirt and lace his fingers through Paul's instead, inviting a communicative grip. ]
Oh no you don't,
[ he says to Kaworu, but without any proper fight in his voice. He lets his arm curl against the wall as he shunts both of them against it. He does nothing, however, to prevent Kaworu from searching out a weak point on Paul. (Midoriya can think of a few optimal places, but it's entertaining to watch someone else do it. Get him!) ]
Paul-kun needed a kabedon and you definitely needed one. This is how they work, right?
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[Even Paul has limits. Midoriya's bold statement followed by tentative question and Kaworu's determined squirming exploration conspire with the oxygen-demands of his body to make him give in at last, his hot, stale breath bursting from him in a laugh.]
Stop it-
[He squeezes Midoriya's hand and loops his arm around Kaworu in an effort to put an end to his bedevilment.]
[He collapses into Paul when the arm loops around him, taking his place in the middle between them. It's not really a role he deserves as he rarely builds bridges that are of any use. But it's always a place that he fights for.]
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Brat.
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If you want to see me do it, I will.
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<3
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[And Paul is going to find Kaworu in the house and...start holding his breath. He is a man of honor.]
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He rams into them both and kabedons them against the wall. It's not horny, except perhaps accidentally so. ]
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He only looks at both of them with dreamy, glossy eyes, smiling serenely as he slumps against Kaworu's side while leaned against the wall.]
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Paul is the most annoying person that Kaworu has ever met and it's not fair that he's also handsome and sweet and someone he loves more than almost anything else in the world.
Still, he can't let this slide. Or well, he can let Paul slide. Right to the goddamn floor as he leans against Midoriya's arm trapping him against the wall in a way that can only be described as "sultry as attempted by someone who is just feral and horny".]
Well. If he's going to be like that. I guess, it's just you and me, Izuku-kun.
[This is said loudly.
Then he starts taking off his shirt.]
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Kaworu is taking off his shirt-- ]
Huh? ...HUH???
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I was just trying to pay you back for making jokes about us on the internet where everyone can see!
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This requires a certain draping of his taller body that precludes visual observation of Midoriya's reactions, but the vibration of his voice through Paul's ribs is more than sufficient on its own. He nuzzles the top of Midoriya's head consolingly, still silent.
He is not precluded from visual observation of Kaworu, which he engages in with thorough and frank enjoyment.]
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Nothing for you if you're going to be that way! Kaworu lets his shirt drop back down his torso and promptly pounces on Paul, wiggling between him and Midoriya so he can try to find a good ticklish place to jab.]
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Oh no you don't,
[ he says to Kaworu, but without any proper fight in his voice. He lets his arm curl against the wall as he shunts both of them against it. He does nothing, however, to prevent Kaworu from searching out a weak point on Paul. (Midoriya can think of a few optimal places, but it's entertaining to watch someone else do it. Get him!) ]
Paul-kun needed a kabedon and you definitely needed one. This is how they work, right?
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Stop it-
[He squeezes Midoriya's hand and loops his arm around Kaworu in an effort to put an end to his bedevilment.]
How is this a fair test, exactly?
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[He collapses into Paul when the arm loops around him, taking his place in the middle between them. It's not really a role he deserves as he rarely builds bridges that are of any use. But it's always a place that he fights for.]
And you stop it first!
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/wrap party
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[ Hear that sound? That's the sound of something flying completely over his head. ]
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You're hopeless.
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WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT HERE?????
I'M PUTTING PAUL-KUN IN THIS DM SO HE CAN SEE WHAT A JERK YOU ARE
[ Midoriya can't see the other private message. ]
This is worse than the sexy kabedons in public!
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2. Kaworu, please. If you can't take pity on me, take pity on Deku-kun.
3. But what about the kabedons in private?
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2. He won't. Did you see what he said to Kacchan on his post?
3. Just a minute...