Paul's face falls like a toppling egg from a proverbial wall, his shoulders dropping precipitously as Midoriya reacts with such stunned shock. That's not at all the reaction he was going for, and it even distracts him from Kaworu's declaration that Paul is a cute boy - partially because he's heard it before, even if it sparks brighter like this, tangled warmly together.

"You don't like it?" He asks, leaning over to peer at the drawing with narrowed eyes, looking for whatever hideous mistake has evoked this. There must be something wrong with his perspective, because it still seems flattering. Perhaps he didn't make it enough so. Fleetingly, he ponders if making certain aspects larger would have helped.

"I tried not to make her too different from you-" And that is, of course, when he hits on the answer that should have been obvious all along. He looks up from the drawing with concern, his eyebrows pulling together.

"Do you not think you're good-looking, Midoriya-kun? You are. Kaworu is right."