"Oof," Paul says, for effect, at both forms of ribbing. "You said you liked how I smelled. I'm hurt."

He can't possibly be that bad, he's sure. He's nearly sure. He's going to take an extra thorough shower when they get home, and strip the sheets.

"What about Midoriya-kun when he trains? I've never heard you complain about him. It's not fair. I demand reparations." He hums, thoughtfully, turning over his options. "A cheese cracker should do the trick."