[ Midoriya heaves a world-weary sigh like an aged man, adding that to the list of things Kaworu didn't have as a small child. He licks the salt off his hand as instructed, knocks back his tequila shot--coughs and sputters like a loser, what the hell is this stuff--and sucks on the lime like it's his salvation. His eyes are watery, but he's had worse.

When he can speak: ]

You'll have to try different kinds. They're all very different.