The buzz in Paul's blood is a natural one, a pleasant blend of endorphin, serotonin, and oxytocin percolating as he's pressed like a flower between the weights of his friends. He has his own arm loosely draped around Kaworu, his chin set on his shoulder as he leans into Midoriya's sturdy self.

"Do you hear that, Kaworu?" Paul says, with a playful nudge of his elbow into Midoriya's side. "Midoriya-kun, you should be careful about telling us your weaknesses like that. This one here is shameless."

Paul blows a cool stream of air across Kaworu's neck just as the slighter boy leans back to catch the cheesy snack, speaking of shamelessness. He's getting more comfortable with all of this, which means a return to the kind of playful teasing that he hopes they've both grown to at least tolerate from him. That's inclusive of snack-interruption - maybe he'll steal it, if Kaworu misses.