[three fingers nearly slap down on Midoriya's lips, quickly halting what he suspects is going to deteriorate into the nervous rambling of a crazy and overwhelmed teenager. from the way even his eyes widen slightly, he doesn't look like he expected it of himself either, staring up at him, somewhere between mortified and deeply embarrassed]
[he only blushes to one side, the color too buried beneath his scar, but standing stark against the pales. is it fair of him to put all the impetus on Midoriya like this? to let him take full responsibility in instigating... whatever comes next?]
It's alright. [it wouldn't sit well with him; he can't just be a passive bystander to his own emotions]
[his hand slips from his mouth, away from how it's as soft as he remembers and the heat of his breath, fingertips instead trailing over freckled cheeks he can admire in the low light, where his damp hair clings to the skin near his ear... slowly, foreign, like he's learning how to do it for the first time, clumsy and naive]
[and then hooks lightly in the nape of his neck to guide him down, malleable and accepting]
oh.... bye, deku
[he only blushes to one side, the color too buried beneath his scar, but standing stark against the pales. is it fair of him to put all the impetus on Midoriya like this? to let him take full responsibility in instigating... whatever comes next?]
It's alright. [it wouldn't sit well with him; he can't just be a passive bystander to his own emotions]
[his hand slips from his mouth, away from how it's as soft as he remembers and the heat of his breath, fingertips instead trailing over freckled cheeks he can admire in the low light, where his damp hair clings to the skin near his ear... slowly, foreign, like he's learning how to do it for the first time, clumsy and naive]
[and then hooks lightly in the nape of his neck to guide him down, malleable and accepting]
It's alright.