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.
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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.