[ He doesn't kiss the fingers that linger, but it's extraordinarily tempting to the moment he realizes that he hasn't irrevocably messed up their relationship by running his mouth. It's alright isn't necessarily the ringing endorsement for continuing past fumbling for words, though.
Alright that he wants to? Alright that he's going to move around in his sleep?
Todoroki's fingers drift away before he can decide what he's doing and he almost mourns the loss except Todoroki doesn't pull away. Fingers drift over him his face and Midoriya's stomach abruptly goes full of butterflies all over again. It's alright, Todoroki repeats and that combined with the hand at the nape of his neck brings a pleased oh to his lips. He goes down easily, doing his level best to remember not to mash his nose into Todoroki's, or to tip over and smack their heads together.
It's not the optimal position to do this in, so gingerly, he scoots closer and leans over Todoroki, adjusting his weight so he won't tip over. He means to try and deepen it, but the smile on his face is too much to contain after just a few seconds. He pulls back, turning his head just enough to press a quick kiss to the inside of Todoroki's wrist, hiding his smile there a moment. ]
Sorry, sorry, I'm just— happy. [ To say the least. He is absolutely not tearing up because of how happy he is, he's fine. His free hand comes up to cup Todoroki's own gently and then his fingers skim down, tracing the line of his arm. Kissing is vastly preferable to sticking both feet in his mouth, so he leans back down, easing his lips over Todoroki's own again. ]
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Alright that he wants to? Alright that he's going to move around in his sleep?
Todoroki's fingers drift away before he can decide what he's doing and he almost mourns the loss except Todoroki doesn't pull away. Fingers drift over him his face and Midoriya's stomach abruptly goes full of butterflies all over again. It's alright, Todoroki repeats and that combined with the hand at the nape of his neck brings a pleased oh to his lips. He goes down easily, doing his level best to remember not to mash his nose into Todoroki's, or to tip over and smack their heads together.
It's not the optimal position to do this in, so gingerly, he scoots closer and leans over Todoroki, adjusting his weight so he won't tip over. He means to try and deepen it, but the smile on his face is too much to contain after just a few seconds. He pulls back, turning his head just enough to press a quick kiss to the inside of Todoroki's wrist, hiding his smile there a moment. ]
Sorry, sorry, I'm just— happy. [ To say the least. He is absolutely not tearing up because of how happy he is, he's fine. His free hand comes up to cup Todoroki's own gently and then his fingers skim down, tracing the line of his arm. Kissing is vastly preferable to sticking both feet in his mouth, so he leans back down, easing his lips over Todoroki's own again. ]