[ that's... a lot to process. and he feels flattered and confused and guilty all at once -- which is sort of a confusing soup of emotions to sort through, so. he blinks slowly as nishinoya's rambling trails off, even though the motion of his hand on the other boy's back never stills. ]

... Nishinoya. [ gently, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to the top of the other boy's head. ] First of all, shouldn't I be the one who gets to decide what I deserve? And I pick you. I'd pick you every time that I got the chance.

[ and he's too focused on nishinoya to even fluster about what he's saying -- instead, he just says what's really on his mind, what he really feels. ] ... and, um. As for the other stuff... what would make you think your body isn't good enough? I mean, if you ask me, your body is --

[ ... okay, here's the flustering. ] ... w-well, um... you know. M-More than enough. Way more.