I walked into the kitchen earlier today, and Shoto was crying with his face all red. He was bent over with his face down and elbows on the counter.

"Shoto, you all right?"

"I'm fine."

He sniffled.

"Then why are you cryin' like this? Babe, c'mere."

"Really, I'm fine, Katsuki."

"No you're not. You never cry."

He rubbed his eyes and winced.

"There's one thing that always makes me cry and makes my eyes burn."

"Endeavor?"

"That's another story entirely."

I was starting to get hella worried about him.

"Then…"

"Onions."