"I've always called you Izuku-kun and you've never told me that I'm being sentimental," Kaworu pouts, going limp in Paul's arms as though rendered boneless by the sheer indignity of it all. "We've slept together now, you should call me by my given name."

But he's fine, being held here like this, looking at Midoriya upside down, as Paul bears most of his meager weight. Then he turns his eyes up to Paul, catching onto this playful plan. Or so he thinks.

"We should."