I have genuinely no idea how nobody knew Kit was related to the Bakugo's ngl. Like, I decided it after the first chapter or so, and have been sprinkling hints in ever since. Red eyes, anger issues, modeling industry, his mom's quirk, vague mentions of his aunt, all that jazz. I'm glad y'all think it makes sense though and I didn't screw up by leaving some huge ass plot hole or anything.

Sorry for the wait! Moving's a bitch.

Also, I do NOT speak Spanish lmao so if there's something wrong, grammatically, spelling wise, structure, don't even bother. I'm not going to go fix it ngl. 

Third person pov

After promising to come get his phone soon, Kit was whisked off by a pissy Mitsuki who still wanted to bash her sister's head in. Kit was vulgar and most definitely rambunctious in a lot of ways, but he was a damn good kid. Most quirkless kids either got beat down or turned to other, more unsavory things. Kit had done neither. He didn't do drugs, nor had he attempted to join any gangs. He was willing to stand up for himself in a heartbeat, as well as others. Sure, maybe he was a bit quick to jump to violence, but you almost had to be when you were in his situation. You either struck first or risked getting a potentially harmful and/or powerful quirk unleashed upon you.

"God, I hate this fucking place." Kit eyed his large house distastefully as Mitsuki pulled up to it. Aika had always strove to be the best of the best. She wanted it all: riches, beauty, a loving husband, the perfect child. A picturesque life you only ever saw fabricated on TV. Mitsuki had tried to get her sister to see that a life like that wasn't entirely obtainable. That nothing could be perfect, and that the mental image she'd constructed in her head wasn't entirely plausible, but she'd been ignored.

"I can see why." Mitsuki's lip curled in disgust. "Need help grabbing your shit, kid?"

Kit blew out a slow and heavy breath. For a moment, he looked a lot younger than he acted. Mitsuki felt her own expression soften. Rage swirled in the pit of her stomach, but it wasn't directed at Kit. No, Kit was just a child. He didn't deserve any of this. She hadn't noticed the front he'd been putting up until he dropped it. Even if it was just for a brief moment, sitting here in front of the grand mansion that somehow managed to look drab, even in the sunlight.

His mask of indifference was back on in an instant. For a moment, Mitsuki nearly thought she'd imagined it, but she brushed off the idea quite quickly. There was no mistaking what she'd seen. Kit was tired, and he needed a home. Safety and security. An island he could drift off to whenever he needed. How he'd stayed afloat so long, Mitsuki had no idea. She was sure he'd gone through a whole lot more than he was letting on. He had mentioned that this wasn't the first time Aika had beaten him. Just how many times had Kit had to drag himself out of the accursed house before them,bloody, bruised, and broken?

Kit hopped out of the car and rushed to the front door, fishing a key out from inside one of the over-sized flowerpots sitting on either side of the just as over-sized door. Mitsuki couldn't help but feel a little sad as she watched the teenager disappear inside, as it occurred to her that this was where he'd been living, and that this was where her sister had fallen victim to grief and a parade of other things the blonde woman didn't even want to begin to think about.

However, there was a part of her that was also happy she was going to have Kit staying with her. It had been a while since she'd seen the brat, but she loved him as though he were her own. He was fiery like the rest of her family. A real Bakugo, even if that wasn't his surname, or even Mitsuki's original one. Kit didn't get to interact with a lot of his family all that often due to his mother. Mitsuki regretted not pushing harder now. Not looking closer to try and see what all was going on with her dear nephew.

Kit didn't put much thought into what he grabbed. Swiped a few shirts from the spot where he usually kept his favorites, not knowing if he actually got his preferred tops or not. He spotted some jeans on the ground and gave them a whiff, deeming them passable enough to be thrown into the backpack he'd fished out of the depths of his closet. He pretty much emptied half his underwear drawer into it, making sure to swipe a handful of socks as well.

A part of his is nearly sad to be leaving his house. It's not technically a home-- not really, but he did grow up here. Some of his best memories were made within these walls, as were most of his worst. But he liked Mitsuki and Masaru. Katsuki, too, even if the blonde was a little shit. He was one of Kit's only cousins on his mom's side, and they didn't get along the best. They roughhoused almost every Thanksgiving and Christmas, and it seemed they could never be in the same room for too long without there being an altercation.

His house was cold and drab. It made Kit wonder just a little what it would be like if it were warmer. Like Tenya's house, or Aunt Mitsuki's. He was curious to know if this place could ever be a home like those. If it could be warm and lively, and safe. He doubted it. No matter how hard the brunette tried to imagine it, it just didn't seem at all possible, even if it had been a comforting place once many years ago.

"Blanket, pillow, toothbrush, deodorant, bad-ass shoes, normal shoes, hoodie, flip flops." Kit paused, squinting at the stuffed bag before looking over at the drawer. He swiped a piece of hot pink fabric out of it. "Swim trunks."

Overall, there isn't that much to grab. He doesn't own much of sentimental value. Not yet, anyway. He was quite sure that would be changing now that he and Tenya were... well, he was pretty sure they were together. He'd sort of just sprung the boyfriend thing on the taller teenager and hoped for the best. If he was lucky, maybe Tenya actually did like him back and Kit hadn't been reading the signs wrong. Because really, if he had, that shit would suck ass.

"Ah, shit." Kit suddenly groaned, slapping his hand onto his face when he realized just what he was forgetting. God, he wasn't sure if today was the best or worst day of his life. Probably the former. He escaped the she-devil, didn't have to go into foster care again, and he'd finally gotten to kiss Tenya. Hot shit if you asked him. Seriously, the guy was hot as hell and really didn't know it. Kit had scored big time with him.

Not that he had any time to actually think about any of that. There was more a more pressing issue at hand.

"Luis?" Kit called into the house with a cringe, bag slung over his shoulder and his pillow and blanket tucked under one arm. "Ven aquí!" 

He heard a small yip and grimaced as a very small, very fat, very old Chihuahua waddled into view.

Luis had been Kit's father's dog before the man passed. Kit was honestly surprised the poor thing hadn't keeled over yet. It was going on fourteen years now, and he wasn't all that well taken care of. Kit made it a point to make sure his gravity food and water dishes were filled up enough to keep him sustained for a few days at a time should Kit disappear, and he always gave the thing affection, but it was still pretty pitiful.

"I guess you're all I really have, viejo. Can't just leave you here." Kit sighed heavily, smiling a little. His mom was okay with the dog, but it enraged her to see Kit anywhere near the chubby little mammal. Thus, Kit tended to avoid the thing. He was half blind anyway, though he did seem to hold quite a bit of affection for Kit. Kit was glad. Maybe now he could take better care of the thing.

He was easily able to lift the small dog with one hand, smiling just a little when the dog let out a grumble, little legs wiggling a little as he processed the sudden lack of ground beneath his feet. Kit shifted his backpack so that it was more secure on both shoulders, hoisting up his blankets and pillows before moving to dog to be cradled in his arm. He hoped Mitsuki was okay with a dog. He wasn't super attached to the little guy, but he also didn't quite have the heart to leave him at a shelter. Nobody would want to adopt a half-blind, fourteen year old chihuahua who bit strangers.

He marched himself back outside after ensuring the door was locked. Juggling all the stuff he was lugging along with him was a bit of a struggle, but he managed to make it back to Mitsuki's car without any issues. Luis would have simply followed him if Kit had simply set him on the ground. The dog always did try to scamper after him as best he could, though over the past few years his senses had dulled, making it harder to track Kit down unless the teen was actively calling to him.

He chucked his stuff in the back seat before sliding into the front. Immediately, he saw his aunt's eyes go to the grey-faced dog in his lap, who stared up at the roof of the car for seemingly no reason at all. Kit was pretty sure Luis had dementia, or maybe he'd just gone senile. Still, he felt himself become just a bit protective as Mitsuki gazed at the chubby creature with raised eyebrows.

"That little shit is still alive?" She asked after a moment after deducing that, fuck, this was the same damn Chihuahua. Kit's father had brought it over to the states after visiting some family, looking entirely happy to have a little canine companion. Kit shrugged apathetically, raising a brow down at the dog.

"Barely. Not sure how the fuck he hasn't kicked the bucket yet, but there's not really a point in questioning it. Can't leave him here." Kit gave Luis a scratch behind the ear, causing the dog to turn and look at him. Kit snorted. He wished he had his phone. Then, he'd be able to send a picture to Tenya. Was Tenya even a dog person? Kit hoped so. His mother had owned a grumpy old cat when he was younger, and the thing was a mean little shit. 

"Yeah, I get it. I'm sure he'll be fine." She eyed the dog a bit cautiously. "He bite?"

"Only strangers. He sleeps most of the day anyway." Kit yawned, wondering what Tenya was doing. Damn, he needed to work on his separation anxiety, or whatever the hell this was. Maybe it was because they'd just confessed to each other. Or was did any of that really count as 'confessing'? They'd kissed and admitted their feelings, though Kit had already long since known about Tenya's. Again, this was assuming he wasn't horribly wrong.

"I'll sic him on Katsuki when he steps outta line." Mitsuki gave a predatory grin. Kit mirrored it with one of his own.

"Guess I won't have to worry too much about taking care of him, then." The boy snorted. "Knowing Katsuki, he'll be attached to the guy the entire time anyway."

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Tenya was dying a slow, agonizing, yet expected death on his bedroom floor. He laid on his back, limbs spread out as though Tenya were some sort of demented starfish with relationship issues. Tensei had peeked in at him only to wince and shake his head with something akin to sympathy before slowly backing away. The younger Iida didn't even acknowledge his brother, staring up at the ceiling with wide eyes and a racing mind. How could he not be all out of sorts with all that had happened today?

Kit's mother was a slap to the face. The fact that she genuinely thought she'd managed to murder her own son made him feel sick to his stomach in the worst sort of way. All in all, the whole thing could have gone worse. But Kit's mother didn't even fight the cops. Maybe there was a part of her that knew what she'd been doing all these years was wrong. Perhaps, deep down, she was aware that she needed help. That's what Tenya liked to think.

Then they'd gone outside for a breather. Kit hid it well, but he dealt with a great deal of anxiety and stress just as any other person might. Especially in a situation such as the one they'd happened to be in the middle of. Kit was his best friend-- had been... before-- so of course Tenya would do anything for him. Walking outside and offering words of comfort shouldn't have been a big deal. He'd talked to Kit before about emotional sorts of things.

Only Kit really wasn't that caught up with his nerves, oh no. The brunette had held other plans. Ones that Tenya was completely and totally there for. Kit had alluded to the very same article that had helped Tenya work through his feelings for Kit before capturing him in a kiss. Though Tenya had never been kissed, thus having nothing to compare it to, he was quite sure he could very safely say that Kit was a good kisser. A very good kisser.

Kit had called them boyfriends. Was that what they were? Like, actually? The mere thought made Tenya giddy. Boyfriends. He and Kit, together, as a couple. He wanted to squeal like a little girl just pondering it. Tenya had done his research. He knew what couples did. They kissed, and held hands, and cuddled. Though Kit was rather tough and didn't appear to like other people touching him, he'd shown willingness to have contact with Tenya. He'd even curled up next to him quite a few times when Tenya had slept on the futon.

Tenya bit the inside of his cheek in an attempt to hide his grin, failing completely as his cheeks reddened. Kit liked him back! Not only that, but things were looking up, too. Though brash, he had a feeling Mitsuki Bakugo was a good person, not to mention Kit's mother was going away to a place where she could hurt her son no more. Tenya wanted nothing more than to call Kit up just to hear his voice and to hear him talk, and to hold a conversation, but the phone in his desk drawer served as a burning reminder. 

On one side, he couldn't contact Kit.

But on the other, the phone was almost like insurance that he'd be coming back.