In truth, Nensu didn't know exactly what she was even doing. She wasn't even sure, whether if the actions she was expressing, were even the right ones. She was only mimicking what those couples did in the movies, hoping that they would be the actions necessary for these kinds of things, but then the awkwardness wasn't entirely her: Midoriya was having trouble getting used to these kinds of actions. She listened, and kept an eye on the expressions that he was expressing before her, in addition he made sure that her attention was kept, just by his gesture of placing his hands upon her arms, that were still wrapped around his waste. She gasped at the last sentence that he managed to spew. The teenaged girl wanted to bring her tightening grip back, but then remembered, that it took patience and caution. She was going to wait for him, until there was some sort of sign that it was okay to proceed. "I..." She was now trying to find words herself, as well, to the point that she was starting to tremble. What would be the safest approach? "Ask me, then. Tell me what you want me to do". Nensu said softly, almost nervously, having to wonder, whether or not, it was the best approach.