He should probably be worried about how eagerly Kaworu spins that stupid bottle, but the raised welt of a bitten lip says that Midoriya knows what's coming now. He presses his mouth into a thin line, a determined sort of face ready for any challenge. He straightens the long white mantle that is the sheet ghost costume over the suit and tie he wore to a wedding earlier, and he does not hide under its hood. Come at him, bro.
When the bottle stops on him, he maintains his solid expression even as pink tinges his cheeks. He should probably have thought ahead and gotten a list together of Things Kaworu Doesn't Know About Izuku. There are very many things he could have done beforehand that would make him less bashful, and he thinks of exactly none of them in his frozen state.
"I'm--I'm not kissing while everyone's staring at me..." he chokes out, voice thin and strained.
He scoots and crouches next to Kaworu to put an arm around him, and it would seem contradictory to what he's saying. Then he tips him back, and Kaworu might guess what's coming next as he slips his other arm under to scoop up his legs.
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When the bottle stops on him, he maintains his solid expression even as pink tinges his cheeks. He should probably have thought ahead and gotten a list together of Things Kaworu Doesn't Know About Izuku. There are very many things he could have done beforehand that would make him less bashful, and he thinks of exactly none of them in his frozen state.
"I'm--I'm not kissing while everyone's staring at me..." he chokes out, voice thin and strained.
He scoots and crouches next to Kaworu to put an arm around him, and it would seem contradictory to what he's saying. Then he tips him back, and Kaworu might guess what's coming next as he slips his other arm under to scoop up his legs.