Ever since he got special gloves that protect others from his decay quirk he's been attached to your hip. Touching your hair, shoulders, and giving long hugs. Making sure to memorize every last feature and curve in his hands, as if at any moment he'd lose the ability to touch you again. Though he was still very nervous about hand holding, and today seemed like one of those days where he wanted to hold you extra close maybe even a little too tight, but was a little worried, as he moved to just touch your arm instead. His fingers tracing over the skin as he looked in admiration.

"Your skin is... smooth today..."