Third person pov

"Uncle Masaru!" Kit exclaimed with exaggerated exuberance as he entered the Bakugo household. Masaru looked up from his book with clear surprise as the tan boy burst into the living room, a backpack slung over one shoulder and a frozen Chihuahua cradled in one arm like a deformed baby. Its four legs were standing straight up as though it were dead, and Masaru would have thought it as such if not for the way it was wheezing. Was that the same dog from all those Christmases ago? Mateo's dog? Wow, he was surprised the thing was still alive.

Kit liked his aunt and uncle's house due to the fact that it never changed. It was the same year around. Maybe there'd be a new photo on the wall, or Mitsuki would switch out a vase or the type of flowers in the back window box, but other than that the house remained timeless in the coziest sort of way. It was familiar and felt safe. Not as safe as Tenya's bedroom, but Kit really wasn't sure anything could beat that at this point. 

"Kit, hello!" Masaru finally gathered himself, blinking owlishly as he stood. "You don't usually visit around this time of year. Is everything alright? Not that I'm not pleased to see you!"

Before Kit could answer, Mitsuki came strutting into the house like the queen she was. She flicked off her sunglasses and kicked off her shoes, tossing her purse onto the couch without a care and without ever halting. Kit aspired to be that level of composed and confident. "Hun, go clear out your office. This little shit lives with us now." 

"He what?" Masaru blinked rapidly. Kit grinned at him, looking completely smug and content as he plopped his bag down on the couch right next to his aunt's purse. Mitsuki raised an eyebrow as though Masaru were trying to challenge her, and wasn't actually just asking valid questions that anyone would in this situation. Honestly, Kit was living for it. Their relationship was so incredibly weird, but it worked scarily well despite their contrasting personalities.

"See this?" Kit gestured to his still-healing face. Masaru looked startled, pushing his glasses further up his face. Poor guy hadn't noticed before. "Mi madre did this bullshit! Thought I was dead, turned herself in. I was really just staying with a friend, so don't worry. Anyway, it was either this or I go into foster again."

"Can you guess what I chose?" Mitsuki snarked, already looking for trash bags and spare boxes so they could transport things out of the office and to... well, wherever they planned to re-locate Masaru's work space. Kit felt bad kicking him out of it, but grateful all the same. Foster care for him had been brief, but hellish. He was quirkless. The treatment he got from the families he was placed in wasn't much better than the treatment he experienced from his mother, thus making it counterproductive anyway.

"She did what?" Masaru seemed to get stuck on that part, his face twisting with rage. Mitsuki was terrifying, and Katsuki had anger issues too, but Masaru was the most terrifying out of all of them. He was calm almost to a fault, and rarely lost his cool over anything. But when he did, it was time to duck and fucking cover. It was fear-inducing to witness. Kit hadn't seen him get pissed in a long, long time, and he felt relatively flattered that he cared enough to. Flattered and reasonably intimidated.

Seeing his anger was also a bit sad in a way, though, just to know they were surprised, to know that they didn't see it coming, even from a mile away. Mitsuki had hidden it well, but she'd been shocked to hear what her sister did. She was a strong woman, though. Definitely someone Kit looked up to. The fact that she was remaining outwardly unfazed despite the fact that her sister, who she'd actually been quite close to at one point, was now in jail was both astonishing and awing at the same time.

"Beat the poor kid half the death. And she has been for... I... I'm really not sure." Mitsuki frowned, glancing at him. Kit felt himself tense slightly, but he brushed it off as he stepped back. Shit was fine. He needed to fucking chill. "How long?"

"Few months after dad died, I guess. Got worse after foster care." Kit grimaced just a bit, glancing down at Luis. Maybe he was dead and the wheezes were just very small amounts of air escaping his lungs. Kit really wasn't sure. The poor thing was nearly brain dead anyway. Being fat and blind meant you had a grand total of five things you could do: Sleep, eat, drink, shit, and piss. Quite the crass and uninteresting list if you asked him. 

"Kit, you should have said something. All those times at Christmas and Thanksgiving when you said it was just the shits at school, or you falling on your ass..." Mitsuki trailed off. It was sort of funny to hear her cuss while also sounding so emotional. Still, this was uncharted territory for Kit. Teary-eyed, deep feelings that involved in-depth talks and possibly hugging? Not his forte. Trying to duck out of it would be too awkward though, and thus he was at a stand still.

He sort of wished Tenya was here. Mitsuki would have gladly brought him had Kit requested, but the brunette had feared something like this might happen. The chances of Kit breaking down or cracking were low, but he didn't want Tenya to have to witness that. Not again. He'd allowed a moment of weakness in the bathroom, the night it happened, but after that he kept things low-key. Remained calm and healed via proximity, without talking required. Upsetting Tenya was the last thing Kit would ever want to do, and he wasn't going to risk it if he didn't have to.

Masaru took a few deep breaths. Kit was glad to see he wasn't going to be smashing any plates anytime soon. When Masaru got himself wound up, it was surprisingly hard to get him to calm down. Last time was at a Christmas gathering around... when was it? Kit supposed he was maybe eight or nine then, and Masaru had shattered his cup on the back patio while cursing in several different languages before marching off to chop firewood. 

They didn't even have a fireplace.

"...Well, you're here now. You don't have to go back there. Ever." Masaru seemed to decide, more for his benefit than Kit's. Kit was fine with that, honestly. Especially if it got him out of-- you guessed it-- emotions. Kit wasn't really sure what staying here would be like. Around Christmas, he stayed several nights, and it was the same with Thanksgiving. But actually living here? Kit would prefer to stay with Tenya. But Tenya wasn't technically his family via blood, which was a good thing considering Kit was ready to go down on him, and thus staying with him instead of his close relatives really didn't make much sense. 

He'd visit soon, for sure, and get his phone so they could face time. For now he supposed he just needed to sit, adjust, and hope for the best. Aunt Mitsuki was brash but nice enough all things considered, and Uncle Masaru looked like a saint standing next to literally any of them. Even Luis, which wasn't a surprise seeing as all the poor thing did was sleep. Kit was getting fonder and fonder of the little fucker the more he held him though. It was nice to be able to hold Luis without getting fucking screamed at.

"Say, where's Katsuki?" Kit asked innocently, the smile stretched across his face anything but. Mitsuki mirrored the expression all of a sudden, looking gleeful. Masaru just sighed and shook his head at them, grabbing a few trash bags and a stray box Mitsuki had managed to track down as he trudged past and towards Kit's future bedroom without a word of complaint. The guy could be bleeding out and wouldn't say anything. Kit could relate to that on some level, though Kit was more stubborn than he was nice.

"Oh, just upstairs." Mitsuki answered lightly. "I need to start dinner. You should go say hi."

"Oh, what a pleasant idea!" Kit said in the same tone. Mitsuki looked entirely ready for what was going to go down, even if she really wouldn't be upstairs to witness it. Kit had missed Katsuki quite a bit, so plopping Luis down on the couch and taking off for the stairs was a bit exhilarating. Poor guy was going to be horrified. Absolute mortification is what Kit was aiming for, nothing more, nothing less. He didn't want to rain hell on Katsuki permanently or anything! No, Kit wasn't here to ruin his life. Just to... spice it up a bit.

Kit was going to have a lot to tell Tenya. That much became clear as he let himself into Katsuki's room without knocking, swinging open the door in flourish and startling his blond cousin. The boy twisted around in his desk chair, red eyes that mirrored Kit's own going wide with just what Kit had been expecting: horror. Katsuki was on his feet in seconds, ripping out his earbuds and tossing them on the desk. Like a cornered animal, he backed up, eyes never leaving the short boy before him.

"K-K-Kit." Katsuki sputtered, eyes wide. Kit felt sadistic, but was living for it anyway. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

Kit grinned widely at him. This guy. He'd feel bad if it weren't so hilarious. Katsuki's severe reactions to him had always been there, at least, for as long as Kit could remember. It all started when Kit was proclaimed quirkless by the doctors. Katsuki had, naturally, made fun of him for it. A totally normal response for a kid. Kit also had a completely normal response, on his part, in return. He'd bit Katsuki as hard as his tiny little chompers damn well could. Honestly, Kit could still hear the howls of pain.

They brawled every holiday. Sometimes it took a while for the pair to wind up, but it always ended up with a fight. Kicking, punching, kneeing, elbowing. All of it. Katsuki even pulled out his quirk in an act of desperation most times, but it was to no avail. Kit was too badass to be phased by a few third degree burns and hits to the face. Every year he came out on top, and every year Katsuki learned to fear him a little more. Kit was an unbeaten victor, and Katsuki was terrified of that. 

It had some adverse effects. Katsuki had presented an odd phobia of most quirkless people that presented itself in the form of violence or brash behavior. When Katsuki got scared, he got mean, simple as that. He deflected, same as Kit. Kit felt a bit bad for Izuku Midoriya due to that. He'd only met the freckled boy a few times when they were younger, but his understanding was that Katsuki wasn't all too nice to the boy due to his lack of a quirk. Or rather, his fear of Izuku's lack of a quirk.

So yes, maybe Katsuki assumed all quirkless people were secretly badasses ready to pounce the second you let your guard down. He'd accused Kit of trying to rip out his throat on several occasions that the brunette could recall. It was fucking hilarious. Comedy gold if Kit had ever seen it. Was Katsuki traumatized? Clearly. Did he probably need therapy? Definitely. Maybe being exposed to Kit more often would help. They would be living together, after all. He'd see that Kit wasn't just a terrifying badass. He was a terrifying badass who baked cookies and took bubble baths, too!

"My mom kicked the shit out of me, so now I'm moving in." Kit grinned ferociously as the color drained from Katsuki's face. He loved striking the fear of god into people. 

"You're what?" Katsuki squeaked, fists clenching and unclenching as he tried to gather himself. He usually had more time to ready himself to face Kit. The surprise wasn't appreciated. He didn't have his game face on.

"Moving in! We'll be neighbors, Kat. Isn't that so fun?" Kit asked in an overly cheerful face that made Katsuki look sick to his stomach. "Mitsuki even said I could invite my other quirkless friends over. What do you think?"

Kit didn't have any quirkless friends, but it was fun to see the look on Katsuki's face at the mere thought anyway.

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"Hey, Tenya, do you want to come out and eat now? Maybe?" Tensei peeked into the room. Tenya was still on the floor staring at the ceiling, and it was almost time for dinner. The older Iida had heard his younger brother get up to go to the bathroom once, and that was it. That was the only confirmed movement from him since they got back. Other than that, he was spread eagle on the ground, staring at the ceiling like a kicked puppy.

"Maybe." Tenya said gloomily. "Do you think Kit's okay?"

"I'm sure he's fine. Probably missing you just as much as you're missing him." Tensei offered a comforting smile as his younger brother's eyes slid over to him. Tenya knew he was being irrational by lying on the ground and moping. What good would it do? It's not like doing so would make Kit come back any faster. If only he'd insisted Kit get his phone. It made Tenya nervous, being unable to contact him. 

"Maybe." Tenya repeated again with a heavy sigh. Was Kit happy? Was he being fed? What was he eating? Did he have a bedroom? Was his aunt being nice? Was his uncle being nice? Didn't he mention a cousin? If so, was the cousin being nice? So many questions, no answers. Tenya was seriously stressing over here! Kit had said they were boyfriends, and the internet said boyfriends were allowed to be concerned. That they were supposed to be, when the situation called for it. So that's what Tenya was doing. Being concerned and lying on the floor, and wishing he could roll out his futon and fall asleep, because every time he did that, he'd always wake up with Kit curled up against him.

Tensei sighed, shaking his head. "I'll tell you what; if Kit hasn't contacted you somehow in the next twenty-four hours, I'll hunt him down for you and tell you where he is so you can go check yourself. Sound like a deal? You'll have to eat first." 

Tensei had never seen Tenya sit up so fast. It was almost enough to make him laugh.