Once, Midoriya saw another person behind the eyes of an enemy, and he watched that enemy wrestle with control of his own body. This is not a possession, but more of a haunting. Midoriya has never felt a malicious, parasitic presence. Still, he's in no hurry to say it's like hearing voices, even if that's exactly what it looks like. It makes him sound crazy.
It's strange to see Paul lock eyes with him as if looking at another person. It's as if he's in a video call, and the camera has set him at an angle meant for someone else. He resists the urge to try to catch a more familiar gaze.
He's more accustomed to being called "kid" and "young man," so he knows Lariat is teasing him. He distinctly remembers when he met the memory of Paul's father, who made both boys squirm, and he blushes again.
"He says that there's no one better than him to teach me his Quirk, and that... he knows you're a dedicated, loving person to me. If he didn't already know that, he'd think you're--No, I can't say that, I'm not calling my boyfriend weird..."
He struggles internally (in a completely mundane way) as his fondness for Paul wars with his respect for the former wielders. He's called Paul many things, but he can't bring himself to bring that casualness to mixed company. He half-heartedly flaps his hands as if dispelling smoke.
oh he's getting such a good grade in weird
It's strange to see Paul lock eyes with him as if looking at another person. It's as if he's in a video call, and the camera has set him at an angle meant for someone else. He resists the urge to try to catch a more familiar gaze.
He's more accustomed to being called "kid" and "young man," so he knows Lariat is teasing him. He distinctly remembers when he met the memory of Paul's father, who made both boys squirm, and he blushes again.
"He says that there's no one better than him to teach me his Quirk, and that... he knows you're a dedicated, loving person to me. If he didn't already know that, he'd think you're--No, I can't say that, I'm not calling my boyfriend weird..."
He struggles internally (in a completely mundane way) as his fondness for Paul wars with his respect for the former wielders. He's called Paul many things, but he can't bring himself to bring that casualness to mixed company. He half-heartedly flaps his hands as if dispelling smoke.