[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.]
[ To be sure, Midoriya admires any ability honed by skill. But also, Paul is a bit of a peacock. ]
Test? I thought you were just showing off. It worked though.
[ He wanted to shove both of them, but Kaworu shifts. Midoriya makes a puzzled noise and awkwardly improvises with his hands instead. It turns into more of a rough hug around their shoulders than anything resembling punishment. He laughs, full and bright, the kind of unchecked laugh usually reserved for those close to him. ]
[Paul is uncharacteristically, delightedly dizzy as he leans into both of them, Kaworu the sweet whipped fluff center between him and Midoriya. He's still seeing starbursts at the edge of his vision when he takea advantage of his position to kiss the corner of Midoriya's jaw, his laughter silent but palpable in the heave of his shoulders. ]
We're terrible to you, Izuku-kun.
[He's even almost a little sorry about that. Mostly, he's happy, in an uncomplicated way perhaps helped along by the decluttering effect of oxygen deprivation.]
I'm terrible to both of you.
[Kaworu tucks neatly against his chest, Midoriya's shoulder cradles his lowered head.]
Let me catch my breath, and I'll do it again -
[It's another warm and playful day, the grander worries of the world forgotten in the tumble of them all together like healthy young animals in sunshine. He wouldn't change any of it, from kabedons to sharp little elbows into his ribs.]
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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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Test? I thought you were just showing off. It worked though.
[ He wanted to shove both of them, but Kaworu shifts. Midoriya makes a puzzled noise and awkwardly improvises with his hands instead. It turns into more of a rough hug around their shoulders than anything resembling punishment. He laughs, full and bright, the kind of unchecked laugh usually reserved for those close to him. ]
Both of you stop--I don't even know what anymore.
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We're terrible to you, Izuku-kun.
[He's even almost a little sorry about that. Mostly, he's happy, in an uncomplicated way perhaps helped along by the decluttering effect of oxygen deprivation.]
I'm terrible to both of you.
[Kaworu tucks neatly against his chest, Midoriya's shoulder cradles his lowered head.]
Let me catch my breath, and I'll do it again -
[It's another warm and playful day, the grander worries of the world forgotten in the tumble of them all together like healthy young animals in sunshine. He wouldn't change any of it, from kabedons to sharp little elbows into his ribs.]