Not edited. There will by typos. Leggo-

Third person pov

Jabbing the hilt of the knife Kit held into Spiny's eye just so happened to be the right course of action. He stumbled back and away from the man as a sweltering heat began to crawl down the previously-clammy alley. The brunette's eyes scanned the three people who'd foolishly tried to jump him, heart beating wildly in his chest and his still-healing head wound pounding. He could feel blood seeping through the bandages, and wondered if he'd accidentally split it open.

"Wh-What the hell?" The bat wielding mugger sputtered as the light approached. It wasn't just a light, either. Upon closer inspection, it had become clear that it was a man with blue flames crawling across his arms and licking at his cheeks. He had a rather bored look on his face, though there was this irritated glint in his eyes that Kit could honestly relate to on a damn near spiritual level. He just wanted to go home. Text Tenya, live his life without getting jumped. Especially since he was evidently barefoot, and who knows what nasty shit was in this shit hole for him to step on.

"You know," The flaming man drawled, "mugging kids is kind of low, don't you think?"

"See, that's what I thought. I'm not even wearing fucking shoes, and they think I have a wallet?" Kit scoffed. The flaming man, his hair an unnatural shade of jet black, cocked his head slightly. He clearly hadn't expected any contribution from Kit's part, but that was his problem. The short teenager was the victim here, but that didn't mean he had to act scared and terrified. Praise the very ground flaming, goth Jesus over here walked upon. 

"Holy shit, I-I know you!" The man Kit had gotten the knife from sputtered. "Y-You're Dabi, aren't you?! The thug who-"

"Shut up and scram. I don't have time to deal with rats." Flaming, goth Jesus, also known as Dabi apparently, scoffed at them. The light his aqua fire produced made the terrified muggers look even more ghostly as they slowly backed up. It obviously wasn't worth it. Take on what was quite possibly the second coming of Christ just so they could get to a kid who, hey, probably wasn't lying when he said he didn't have a wallet? They were dumb, but not that dumb.

"Hasta la pasta." Kit snickered, waving politely as they turned tail and ran. Pussies. Well, pussies who didn't want to get burned alive. Kit could only have relate, because he wasn't a little bitch like some people. Whatever, it's not like he'd tried to get himself into this situation. Sometimes he went looking for a fight. Right now? Not one of those times. He just wanted to go to bed, sleep it off. This alley happened to be the fastest way to do that, thus why he was here to begin with. 

The flames died down to nothing, leaving just a slightly-charred man in their wake. He was pretty tall, with legs that reminded Kit specifically of bamboo chutes. He was a patchwork of purplish scars, his skin held together by a plethora of staples that looked extremely badass, but also horrifyingly painful. His eyes were a unique turquoise that seemed tired. He shoved his hands in his pockets with a weary sigh.

"You too, kid. Get out of here." He jerked his head to the mouth of the alley. Only it was the end Kit really didn't want to go out of due to the fact that it was literally the way he'd just come from. He raised his eyebrows as the man slunk closer. It was sort of hard to see him, but he looked... total worn out. Completely wiped. If you looked closely, his cheeks were sunken in. Not in a sickly way, but in a hungry one. His entire posture sagged with a familiar sort of exhaustion Kit had been plagued with in the past, and he frowned. They guy didn't look all that old, but it was hard to tell with all those scars. Either way, he'd been through some real shit.

"I'm goin' that way. Thanks for the save, by the way." Kit gave a nod. The man paused.

"Yeah, whatever. Get home. And wear some damn shoes before you step on a needle or something." Dabi snapped. Kit snorted slightly.

"You don't have to tell me twice. I'm Kit, by the way." Kit knew the introduction was unnecessary. Not because the guy already knew his name or anything like that, but because the guy clearly didn't give a shit.

"And I don't care. Seriously, brat. Your parents will start to worry." Dabi scoffed. Point proven. Kit didn't bother to correct him on the parents thing, as it wasn't any of the guy's business to begin with. Instead, he twisted around as he passed by and frowned.

"Dude, want me to get you some food?" He raised an eyebrow. The scarred man paused, turning around to wordlessly raise a brow. A smirk pulled at his mouth, his staples tugging at his skin. It looked uncomfortable, but again, still fairly badass.

"Thought you said you didn't have your wallet." Dabi was sassy, Kit noted. 

"My house isn't far. I'll grab my card and we'll get takeout or some shit." Kit didn't know why he was offering, really. All he wanted to do was pass out and fall asleep. Maybe it's because this guy saved his ass, or maybe it's because he looked so incredibly done with the world. Either way, the brunette felt morally obligated to get him something to eat.

"Kid, I'm really not the type you want knowing where you live." The man sighed, looking more tired than irritated. Shocking. Kit was an annoying little shit who spread headaches faster than rats spread the black plague. Dabi still shuffled over, looming over Kit in a way that the shorter teen supposed was supposed to be intimidating. Honestly, he was too used to it to care. Tenya was a mountain. Tensei? Kit didn't even want to think about Tensei. The guy was a skyscraper and a half, and then some.

"Alright, dark, brooding, and deadly. Hand over your phone." Kit opened his palm expectantly. Watching the incredulous expression twist its way onto Dabi's face was nothing short of completely amusing. Best damn thing he'd seen all day, aside from literally anything Tenya related. He watched with a brow raised as Dabi slowly reached into his pocket to retrieve whatever outdated cellular device he surely possessed, seeming unsure, as though he were expecting Kit to use the dull knife he was still holding to stab him.

"You're a bold little thing, aren't you?" Dabi snorted after a moment, handing him a flip phone. God-tier or just sad? Kit couldn't tell.

"It's part of my charm." Despite how sad of a phone it was, Kit still managed to find his way around it. He saved his number under "That Kid" which took a shit ton of button pressing, but it was worth it anyway. Dabi seemed relieved to see someone Kit's age could still effectively work such a fossil. Kit handed it back not a minutes later, grinning snarkily.

"Hit me up if you ever need food money. Or a bullet wound patched." The last part was only half a joke. Dabi looked like he was actually considering it. "Peace out, Goth Jesus."

"What did you just call me?" Dabi sounded entirely taken aback, but it was too late. Kit was already skipping away.

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"Sooo, Kat. How's little Izuku doing?" Kit hummed. He'd just gotten off a phone call with Tenya that had spanned two hours. The taller teenager had been working out, and now needed to shower. Kit had flirtatiously suggested he stay on the line, which was met with a whole lot of sputtering and a sound that resembled air escaping a balloon. He and Tenya had made progress, but seemingly not enough if Iida's loss of speech was anything to go off of. So, he'd ended the call.

Katsuki was sweating. "He's fine. Why the hell do you want to know?" He snapped. Katsuki wasn't... scared of quirkless people. Of course not! Quirkless people were insanely terrifying, but Katsuki wasn't scared. That would be dumb. Izuku wasn't threatening. The way he never gave up, and always got up again no matter how much he was put down... he just kept going, and going, and going, and...

"You're zoning out again, Kat. And I asked because I haven't seen him since we were kids, that's why. Aunt Mitsuki said you stopped talking to him." Kit pouted a bit in an exaggerated way. "I thought you had a little crush on him! Why stop talking to him?"

"None of your damn business, that's why." Katsuki spat out, feeling a slight flush crawl its way up to his cheeks.

"Wow, so hostile. I'm really feeling the familial love here." Kit replied with dry sarcasm. Katsuki was always hostile when it came to the freckled cutie that was Izuku Midoriya. He was small and had been diagnosed quirkless around the time Kit was. That was about the last time he and the boy talked, so his memory of the green-eyed kid probably wasn't the best. From what Kit understood, he still lived just down the street in the apartment complex off to the left. Perhaps he could use a visit...

"Buzz off. Who I'm friends with isn't any of your damn business, you nerd." Katsuki spat. Kit's eyebrows shot up. Wow, really hostile. Someone was hiding something. A gay panic, perhaps? Kit would put money on Bakugo still liking little Izuku Midoriya. How could one not? Though Kit really had no idea how he'd aged over the years, Izuku had always been a cute, curly-haired, springy thing. Covered in freckled and obsessed with heroes. He was the definition of adorable! Like a puppy you never wanted to let go of.

"Well, maybe I'll go say hello. See what he's been up to these past few years, since you won't tell me shit." Kit sat up, sliding off his bed. "And you're more of a nerd than I am. Studying during the summer, Kat? I never would have thought I'd see the day. Must be the dawn of a new age."

"Oh my fucking god, shut up." Katsuki groaned, crimson eyes sharpening into a glare that Kit didn't bother to match as the blonde turned in his rolling chair. "Getting into UA isn't just some walk in the park, even for someone as great as me! So shut your damn mouth and let me study, or get the hell out!" 

"Again with the ego. Do you have any friends, with a temper like that?" Kit stretched, sliding out of the way before the pencil Katsuki had thrown could hit him. With one last two-finger salute just to be extra obnoxious, he sidled out of the room, fully intent on visiting Izuku and harassing Iida some more to see if he was done with his shower yet. Kit would just race over to his house and slide into the bathroom, but he'd be out before Kit got the chance. Besides, he'd probably freak and pass out anyway. They'd get there eventually.

His aunt, uncle, and cousin lived in a small, quaint little neighborhood. It was nice, definitely child-friendly. Signs that said "drive like your kid lives here" were littered out and about. Nearby sat a park Kit had sparse memories of, with a few children running about it. Parents lingered about, chattering with one another or simply reading while occasionally glancing up to check that their kid was still the last place they saw them. It was... painfully mundane compared to what Kit grew up with.

His neighborhood was rigid, all with big houses and a set of rules about what you could and couldn't do. You couldn't put any sort of swing set in your back yard, structures over a certain size were prohibited, you couldn't park your car on the street, any plants you planted had to go well with your house, pots had to color coordinate to your roof panels, and your lawn had to be mowed constantly. It was strict and meant Kit couldn't really play outside. If he did, he had to be careful not to leave any toys in sight. There was nobody else his age in the area.

He almost missed Izuku's apartment building. It had been a while since he'd last seen it, though he still remembered which one was there's. Katsuki had talked about it so much as a child, he really couldn't forget. He hummed quietly to himself as he climbed the steps. He had his ringer on in case anyone called. Memories from earlier just this morning were followed him around, and he was sort of curious about that scarred guy. A part of Kit hoped he called. The other part hoped he didn't.

He knocked politely on the Midoriyas' door. Right where he remembered it, and with the placard proudly displaying their surname. The shuffling inside told him someone was coming to the door. He teetered on the balls of his feet, hands intertwined behind his back as his eyes roamed the hall. The apartment building wasn't in the best condition, but it certainly wasn't in the worst either. It was homely, especially when placed beside the empty mansion he'd spent his younger years roaming about.

The door opened to reveal who was undoubtedly Inko Midoriya, though she looked vastly different than the last time he'd seen her. She as still short, about his height or so, though she had definitely gained some weight. Stress lines were evident on her face, and her once bright-green eyes now seemed so terribly tired and full of this heaviness that made him immediately want to frown. He ignored the urge to, instead offering a dazzling smile as she curiously blinked at him. He watched recognition spark in her emerald irises. 

"O-Oh my, Kit, is that you?" Inko gasped. "You've gotten so big! Come in, come in!" 

"It's great to see you too, Auntie Inko! It's been so long. I should have really come sooner." Kit smiled brightly as he entered, the picture of pleasantry. "How have you been? You look amazing!" 

She flushed. "No need to be so polite, dear. I know I've put on some weight since the last time you saw me. Izuku and I have been getting by just fine. How are you doing?" She tilted her head slightly, smiling up at him as he removed his shoes. Yes, he'd remembered to wear them this time. Someone give him a gold star for his efforts. 

"Nonsense. You look great, Auntie. And I'm glad to hear it. Is Izuku here, by chance? I was hoping to catch up a bit. Katsuki wouldn't tell me anything." Kit huffed. He watched Inko carefully. Though it was only for a moment, her expression sparked with something far darker than anything he'd ever seen on her face. He felt his own expression harden just a fraction. The mention of Kat's name had brought that on, no doubt. So just what had Kit's explosive cousin fucked up this time?

"Yes, of course. He'll be overjoyed to see you." Inko smiled warmly, leading him further into the apartment. Her voice rose, but not by much, "Izuku! There's someone here to see you!"

There was immediately a bang, followed by a yelp that had both Kit and Inko wincing. "Perhaps it would be best if you went to him. Do you want to stay for dinner?" The woman asked, already heading for the kitchen. Ever the busybody, Inko was. Kit made a bee-line for the hallway, throwing a beaming smile over his shoulder.

"Of course! As if I'd ever miss out on your cooking." He saw her smile just as he vanished down the hall, and was glad. Izuku's door was just on the left. The same All Might name plaque that had been on there last time Kit came was hanging there, free of dust and looking just as new as the last time he saw it. Before Kit could move to knock or reach of the knob, the door flew open to reveal a winded looking Izuku wearing a T-shirt that read "flannel" on it standing there. His green eyes grew wide.

"'Sup?" Kit gave a half grin. His red eyes trailed past the freckled boy, who was only slightly taller than him. The colors red, white, blue, and yellow all flashed at him. "You still love All Might, I see. Cool."

"O-Oh." Izuku stuttered distantly, still staring at Kit like he'd seen a ghost. "Kit. Y-You're in m-my house."

"I'm in your house." Kit confirmed. "What? Can't a guy catch up with his quirkless partner in crime every once in a while? You're the brains of our little operation, after all."

The hesitant and unsure smile Izuku gave made the visit all the more worth it. Kit had the feeling it was the start of a beautiful, devious, dangerous friendship that Iida would surely blanch in horror at as the rules shattered to the ground around him. And honestly? Kit was here for it.