Third person pov

"Wait, are you... wearing eye shadow?" Izuku squinted at Kit, who was standing alongside a very flustered Tenya. The tall boy really couldn't take this. It had taken the Iida teen all of two seconds to notice Kit's sudden makeover. He'd walked up in his school uniform, smug as ever, an expectant look on his face. That's all it had taken for it to click in Tenya's brain, and for him to turn bright red. Kit had only burst into laughter. Izuku, who'd walked with Kit to the station and everything, hadn't noticed until Tenya buried his face in his hands.

"Mascara, too." Kit grinned sharply. "Katsuki did it while I was asleep, but did too good of a job for me to be mad. In fact, I kind of like it. Makes me hotter."

"Damn right." Tenya choked out, his voice strangled. Izuku let out a wheeze, and Kit just grinned more. If Tenya was into it, he could rock the eyeliner. Actually, what were the school's policies on uniforms? Could a boy wear a skirt, or was that something they'd kick him out for? They looked comfortable to him, so maybe he should look into it. No need not to broaden his clothing horizons. If girls could wear guy clothing, then boys could wear theirs. It was only common sense; that's all. 

"Alright, alright. I know. I'm attractive. We done been knew." Kit winked at Tenya again when he peeked out from between his fingers. He let out the same noise a dying animal might. "Let's get in there before Tenya here passes out. What do you say?"

Izuku nodded almost solemnly in agreement, sending Tenya a pitying look. Honestly, their relationship was one of his main sources of amusement these days. They'd been going to school a few weeks now, and Izuku had quickly settled in. He felt more confident in himself. The few remarks he'd earned about being quirkless, he'd met with the sharpest glares he could muster up. They were apparently enough if how fast the bullies scurried off was anything to go off of. That only served to increase his faith in his ability to get people to fuck off.

Kit flounced into school after tugging Tenya down to press a kiss to his cheek. Tenya reddened, but smiled anyway. The entire school knew they were dating. The homophobic remarks sent their way the first couple days of school had made Izuku cringe and wither in on himself, but Tenya and Kit both met them fiercely. Kit was already terrifying enough, with fiery red eyes and a sharp grin that sent shivers down Izuku's spine. Tenya was tall and with an imposing frame. When he chose to loom over people, it was most definitely menacing. He was one of the stronger teens in the school, as well as one of the most composed and uptight. Hearing him crack his knuckles was disconcerting. 

Kit was pretty satisfied with how things were going. They were managing to balance school and the magazine healthily, completely done gathering material for September's issue. In fact, they had so much material, Kit was thinking they'd switch to weekly updates rather than waiting a whole four week period to put out another. It would definitely ramp up sales if it were more frequent. The more popular it became, the more they could spread their ideas and such of the like. They wanted to send out positive messages, and that could be more efficiently done with more magazines. Or at least, that was Kit's logic.

Classes were spent listening to the teacher babble so they could ace their work, and then talking to one another. They stayed in the same room for every class aside from gym and art, meaning they sat together pretty much constantly. This allowed easy communication between the trio. Tenya and Izuku would brainstorm ideas for articles, looking at other media companies to see what was being covered and what was going on in the world. Kit promised some major All Might coverage, and Izuku had been going ham since then.

"Oh, yeah, I'm meeting with that guy who saved me from getting mugged a while back. He needs a job." Kit said offhandedly as they all sat down with their lunch. Izuku and Tenya let their gazes snap to him. They were halfway through the day, and his makeup was still on point. Neither wanted to know how Bakugo had done it.

"Oh, that sounds cool!" Izuku said, because it sort of was.

At the same time, Tenya exclaimed, "When did you get mugged?!"

Kit just sniffed in a way that was entirely noncommittal, offering a shrug. He had the perfect job for Goth Jesus. It was the type that needed someone with a powerful quirk, so it worked out. The pay was good enough. Though, Kit wasn't too sure how he'd react when he realized he was going to be employed by a literal teenager. Probably not well, but it was worth a shot. Kit wanted quality content. Not some half-assed pansy bullshit. Tenya looked stricken, while Izuku clearly saw no issues with Kit's statement. After all, the brunette had been saved!

"Kit, you've got to tell me when these things happen. I worry about you." Tenya stressed, bringing up a hand to cup Kit's cheek. The shorter of the pair just let out a huff of air. He didn't see the problem! He'd been saved, that's all. It's not like he was going off to meet the muggers or anything. If nothing else, Iida should be glad he's not rushing out to try and get revenge on those who longed him.

"Hey, it was over as soon as it started! Besides, it was ages ago. I gave the guy my number so I could pay him back, and now he needs a favor, that's all. I didn't get hurt or anything." Yeah, that was a lie. He almost got his ass beat. Though, he would've gone down with a great deal of kicking, cursing, and biting. He really needed to start carrying a gun. And several knives, probably. Even if blood was fucking nasty and he'd rather stay at a distance, it would still be good to have a few on his person.

"What's his name?" Izuku asked, both of the quirkless boys expertly ignoring the disapproval rolling heavily off Tenya in waves.

"Goth Jesus." Kit shrugged. Tenya let out a groan, letting his head fall to rest on his boyfriend's shoulder. Sometimes, he truly wondered how they managed to get along so well. 'Opposites attract' was a myth, but looking at Kit, Tenya could easily realize with a cringe that he and Kit were more alike than they seemed. And... not in a good way, either.

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"You're shitting me." Dabi stared, somehow managing to look completely floored yet completely unsurprised at the same time. It had been dark out when he rescued Kit from what probably would've been his death, but he was pretty sure the brat hadn't looked like... well, this. It's not that there was anything particularly wrong with the kid. He just... he'd looked like a sewer rat before. Homeless, maybe. He looked the complete opposite now.

His hair was still a scruffy mess, but it was clean and free of bandages like it had been the last time. He had on makeup that looked almost professionally done for whatever reason, paired with the uniform to a rather prestigious and expensive private academy not far from where they were now. He was wearing shoes as well, though he seemed a bit put off by this fact. Another pair of teenagers in the same uniforms were loitering a distance away, glancing his direction and sharing hushes whispers he couldn't quite make out. He didn't give a shit. Though, this kid actually getting him a paying gig did seem like far more of a possibility.

"Yes, I know, I'm rich. Moving on." Kit waved a hand. "So, I own a shit ass Magazine company. Suzuko, you know? Yeah the fashion one. It recently fell into my care, so we're revamping it so it isn't total and complete trash."

Dabi opened his mouth to say something, but was truly at a loss for words. This kid was rich. Dabi obviously wasn't the type to read magazines, but Suzuko's brand was one of the biggest in Japan, even extending worldwide into some other countries around the globe. It was known mostly for its fashion, but Dabi had heard word that it had changed just this last issue into something else entirely. Less gossip, and more things that mattered. He wasn't terribly interested, but it's not like he could stop his ears from overhearing chatter.

"Take your time." Kit said in a reassuring tone that snapped Dabi from his train of thought. He stared. Hadn't some snooty, uptight bitch owned that magazine last he checked? He was pretty sure he'd seen her on the news a few times, and maybe even on some newspapers. The kid didn't look terribly distraught, so the chick either wasn't dead or wasn't someone he really cared about. It was still shocking to find out that it had all fallen onto the shoulders of a teenager. Was that even legal? There was a chance this brat was lying, but he somehow didn't think that was the case.

"Why the fuck are you at the head of a multi-million dollar company?" Dabi asked, brows raising. This kid better have a good reason, or he was calling bullshit. The little twat was just so incredibly smug, with a snarky grin and sharp eyes that made Dabi want to scoff and walk off without so much as a glance back. He was too cocky in his demeanor, coming off as a total douchebag in the way he stood and looked.

"When my dad died, my bitch-ass mother decided I looked too much like him and started to beat my sorry ass." Kit shrugged. Dabi flinched. "She went too far, so I ran off and stayed with my boyfriend. Didn't call or text. Guess the fuck assumed she'd killed me, because she turned herself in for my murder. Joke's on her, I guess. I was still alive and kicking, and she lost it all. It'll fall to me when I'm eighteen. It technically belongs to my aunt until then, but she doesn't want shit to do with it. Her name is just a placeholder on a contract until I can slap my name there." 

Dabi stared at him with a frown. That made... a surprising amount of sense. So maybe this little brunette wasn't as stuck up as he first appeared. Dabi supposed his job didn't matter, so long as he had something to give Dabi. He clearly did, or he wouldn't have agreed to meeting so soon. He seemed confident in himself. That had to be something, right?

"Right. Well, the fuck do you got for me? I'm short on cash and not looking to break the law, so it better be something good." Dabi's voice held a bit of bite as he thought back to Endeavor and all the times he was beat bloody. Kit was in a similar situation, but an entirely different one at the same time. He'd lost his father, and had paid the price for his mother's extended grief. Touya had been protecting his siblings as well as being forced to push his quirk to the extreme, resulting in the scars he now had today. A part of him wanted to kill Endeavor. But the rest of him was just... so, so tired of it all.

"Right on to the point, then. Despite being gayer than you could fathom, I'll be straight with you. I want you to work for me." Kit put his hands on his hips firmly. Behind him a ways away, Tenya face-palmed, while Izuku just turned away to hide his snickering. Neither knew who this guy was, but he looked like a fucking creep. Neither wanted to judge on appearances, and really, they weren't. His hair was a greasy mess, his clothing was too small and frayed at the edges, he was too skinny to be natural, and such of that like. The way he held himself and the expressions he wore also screamed 'SHADY' in all caps, which was a red flag. Several red flags, actually.

"You want me... to work for you?" Dabi snorted, shaking his head. "Doing what, kid?"

"Reporter." Kit answered. Dabi opened his mouth to immediately protest, but Kit cut him off. "Not the mainstream bullshit. I don't care who's cheating on who. I want to good shit. The real shit that actually matters. Let's expose some fakes and wreak some havoc. I want to know what the fuck is up with the foster care system, what the fuck drugs are out there and why you shouldn't take them, what criminals are doing what, all that bullshit. You've got a powerful quirk, and that shit means people will be less than inclined to mess with you."

All good points, and not too shabby sounding. He could still prance around in the shadows, unseen by the disapproving public, and possibly... Endeavor was fake. If he could gather evidence against Endeavor, would this kid have the balls to publish it? Nobody dared to touch the man, and those who did were paid off or threatened into silence. This teenager was young and spunky, and Dabi already knew he wouldn't fold under pressure. He'd seen the brat fighting like a feral cat against his attackers in that alley not all that long ago. He was stubborn.

"...Alright. If the pay's good." Dabi stared down at him. "Would you publish the messy shit nobody wants to touch?"

"Sure." Kit shrugged. He didn't see why not. "I can already tell you're thinking about some of the higher-up pros. It'll be cute to watch them try and pay me off before they realize I don't give a shit about their money." 

Kit held out his hand to shake on it. Dabi clearly had something very specific in mind, and Kit was fine with that. He could feel Iida's suspicion, but didn't really give a shit about it right now. This guy needed a job, and Kit had one to give. He also seemed like the type who'd do a job right if he got it, no matter how hard to became. He seemed like the type who could get information out of people. Hopefully not by burning their limbs off, but hey, ignorance was bliss. Kit wasn't going to ask, and Dabi probably wouldn't tell.

"...Alright, brat. You've got a deal." Dabi clasped his hand with his, giving it a firm shake. "When do I start?"

Kit grinned. 

"Why, I never thought you'd ask."