No, Paul decides, he didn't quite capture the reality of it. Girl or boy, there are nuances to the way light falls across Midoriya's face that he didn't express, the eyeliner drawing attention to the varying angles and curves of his face like an artfully set brushstroke on canvas.

It's not just that. Paul didn't draw Kaworu leaning over him, casting gentle and rippling shade, his hands moving delicately and surely in their work. Like the eyeliner, it evokes more of both of them, Midoriya's cool dark greens complimenting Kaworu's starker pales and more vivid reds.

He forgets he's looking at his friends. He forgets his social graces. He is openly and unabashedly mesmerized, his pupils dilated with avid appreciation.

"You look good," he says, simply.