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Paul laughs lightly, colour still high in his cheeks, even as he captures the sound of Midoriya's breathy yes and fixes it to himself like pressing a flower between the pages of a book. The look he gives Midoriya directly is deeply fond, his shyness banished like mist by sunlight.

If he let himself get carried away, he might convince himself he's warm enough from that alone not to need to be dressed. That's a sentimental thought to have and not act on. Besides the realities of cold weather, Midoriya is even less likely to be persuaded to cart a half-dressed Paul around than he is to go without layers himself.

Biddable for the time being, Paul finishes dressing without further distraction. He smiles at the sight of the tiny cave salamanders peering from the peripheries they'd retreated to, still curious about the strange interlopers. He wonders how much they can see. Likely little but great silhouettes in the glow.

"I'm ready," he says, once he is, clothing sorted out and every stray object collected, "Yours to carry off."

He comes close to sling his arms around Midoriya, tarrying just long enough to press a quick kiss to the tip of his nose.

[wannasmash]

Somehow, almost mother-like, Midoriya cares more about Paul bundling against the elements than himself. (And then there are the stares they would get while entering their building, too embarrassing for Midoriya no matter how nice he thinks Paul looks without a top.)

He gathers his things into the backpack and hooks the Moon Orb lantern onto it. His only command to Paul is to cradle his head long enough to brush their noses together before circling an arm around his waist.

"...Mine," he repeats softly, unused to saying that often. He doesn't broadcast it out of habit, nor is he possessive even in jest. The one time he loudly asserted it, he was afraid a Pthumerian would rip Paul away.

"Ours," he says more clearly with a sure thrum in the bottom of his throat.

Then, in unison born of practice, he jumps with super strength to climb out with Blackwhip. Through the cave system and wriggling through the entrance fissure, they will leap back to their Angel, who enjoys being carried by strong arms as well.