In the bustling hero district, a unique restaurant called "Hero’s Feast" was a favorite hangout for many pro heroes. The establishment was famous for its creative dishes, each one inspired by a different hero's Quirk and personality. On this particular day, the restaurant was especially lively, with a table occupied by some of the most prominent heroes: Endeavor, Midnight, Erasurehead, Present Mic, Fatgum, Miruko, and Hawks.
As the heroes enjoyed their meal, the conversation was a mix of casual banter and discussions about recent missions. Midnight had ordered the "Midnight Masquerade," a decadent dessert with edible glitter, while Fatgum had the "Tummy-Tamer Taco," a hearty dish loaded with spices.
Endeavor, known for his fiery Quirk, had chosen the "Flaming Inferno Steak," a dish that was supposed to represent his heat-based abilities. Despite its name, he’d picked the milder version, assuming it would be a safe choice.
However, as soon as Endeavor took his first bite, his face turned an alarming shade of red. He tried to maintain his composure, but his struggle was evident. The steak, which had been doused in a fiery blend of spices, was too much for him to handle. His throat felt like it was on fire, and the more he chewed, the worse it got. He tried to gulp down some water, but the burn was unrelenting.
Midnight, who had been watching with a mixture of curiosity and concern, leaned over. “Endeavor, are you alright?”
Endeavor managed a strained nod, though it was clear he was in distress. His attempts to swallow the food were met with increased discomfort. Fatgum, noticing the trouble, said, “You don’t have to force yourself, Endeavor. It’s okay to admit if it’s too much.”
Despite his best efforts, Endeavor finally had to excuse himself from the table, barely managing to conceal his discomfort. The other heroes exchanged glances, trying not to laugh at the unexpected turn of events. Present Mic leaned toward Erasurehead and whispered, “Who would’ve thought the Flame Hero would be so sensitive to spice?”
When Endeavor returned, having recovered from his ordeal with the help of some soothing drinks, the heroes couldn’t resist teasing him lightly. Hawks, always quick with a joke, said, “Looks like even the number one hero can’t handle a little heat! Who knew?”
Endeavor, while still a bit red-faced, took the ribbing in stride. “Yes, well, it seems I have a few… limitations. It’s not always easy to manage everything, including my own taste buds.”
Miruko chuckled and added, “I guess we all have our weaknesses. Mine is definitely too many sweets. What’s yours, Midnight?”
Midnight smirked. “Definitely not spicy food, that’s for sure. But I’ve got my own quirks when it comes to food preferences.”
As the laughter died down, the conversation shifted back to more serious topics, but the incident had brought a new sense of camaraderie to the group. They continued to enjoy their meal, their playful teasing having broken the ice in a way that only such a quirky moment could.
In the end, Endeavor’s spice ordeal became a running joke among the heroes, a reminder that even the most formidable of them had their own vulnerabilities. And while Endeavor might have had to admit to being a picky eater with a bad gag reflex, it only made him more relatable to his peers.
