Third person pov

Tenya is a tense and uptight person in general. Getting into the swing of a relationship-- especially his first relationship-- was in no way easy. Countless articles on what to do, what to say, and how to act flooded his search history. A guide on how to cuddle, one on how to properly kiss, and another on what how to deter sexual urges so he could avoid total mortification. Tenya had relied on written words to guide him through anything and everything. Reading was his favorite way to learned. It was one of the only ways he could. It's why he was so articulate in his note-taking, and it's why he spent so much time browsing the internet for the highest rated articles. 

The realization shouldn't have come as a surprise. It hit him as he was walking down the street, his hand in Kit's, Kit ranting rather vulgarly about a 'shitbrick dunderhead who didn't know anything about fashion' to both him and Izuku. It was all so natural. Tenya's chiding just comes to a dead halt entirely out of nowhere. Kit almost falls flat on his face. Izuku has become oddly graceful over their time working out together and just knowing each other in general, and spins on his heel so smoothly it makes both of them vaguely jealous for just a flash.

"I don't need articles." Tenya looked down at their hands like god had just sent his word straight from above and painted it across their laced fingers. He'd sort of realized it before, but not really. He knew to some extent that articles wouldn't solve anything, but it just sort of body-slammed right into him at this exact moment for no discernable reason. He got that he doesn't have to be so uptight and tense, and that things hadn't changed, and Kit was still the same Kit he knew and loved. He'd reached that conclusion weeks ago. But this-- he didn't need articles to know how to give affection. A guide. He was doing just fine, walking down the street, holding hands so easily without fretting over the many writings he'd saved up.

"Repeat that again?" Kit raised an eyebrow. Izuku just blinked at them.

"I think he's having an epiphany." Izuku deduced. "He has been reading a lot of articles on how to properly show affection."

"Wait- the fuck? I thought you gave those up." Kit gave Tenya an accusing glare, but the taller teenager was too preoccupied to even notice. Kit sighed heavily to himself. What was he going to do with this lug? Whatever. Progress was progress. How Iida had come to this striking conclusion in the midst of their walk to the train station was beyond Kit. And while Kit was ranting about the self-entitled dick bags that seemed to populate their school, no less. Honestly, the brunette hadn't a clue about his boyfriend's readings on general affection. 

"I thought you know. He has an entire notebook on it." Izuku shrugged. He'd gotten a lot more comfortable around them, especially in wake of the whole magazine managing thing. They were planning on releasing another at the end of this week. The publishing team was ecstatic at the news. Not only was it a brilliant idea, but it meant more money for them. There was no way they were going to pass that up, which made sense. Kit didn't care. As long as they did the shit they were told to do and they did it well, he could bring himself to tolerate them. A lot of them were great people who supported the ideas they were putting out, which was an added bonus.

"Just one? I'm impressed." Kit genuinely was, and that was the sad part. Tenya flushed, blinking from his momentary buffering session and squeezing Kit's hand out of habit for comfort. Kit just snorted at him. "You back with us?"

"A-Ah, yes. I apologize." Tenya choked out. He really wasn't good at this whole relationship thing, was he? For Kit, things just seemed to come so naturally, it made him feel a bit unsure of himself. He loved the way his boyfriend was so relaxed all the time. In a lot of ways, it was reassuring to have someone who seemed to know what they were doing, or least had some confidence in their actions. Tenya had, prior to now, wished he could organically summon such actions without having to think of them first, without realizing that's exactly what he was doing. His ways of giving affection first were just different than Kit's, that was all.

"Don't apologize! We're both proud of you." Izuku assured with a grin, cocking his head to the side slightly as they continued moseying along. Kit and Izuku would ride the few stops it took to get back to their neighborhood together, and then the brunette would drop the freckled boy back at his apartment, and maybe come in for a while. Tenya would depart to go meet his brother and train. The Iida family agency owned a large gym used by many pros, and Tenya just happened to have the absolute honor of having access to it as well.

"He's right. Don't sell yourself short, Legs. You're a great kisser. I bet those articles paid off, and we just don't know it." Kit noted. Tenya felt his cheeks warm a bit further, but managed a scoff nonetheless. He was getting better at that. Not turning into a living tomato anytime Kit said something even relatively seual or romantic. If he was going to be blunt with himself, most things said in relation to their relationship made him a sputtering mess. It was just another thing he'd have to work on, he supposed. They had plenty of time.

"With how often you kiss me, I'm sure they did." Tenya forced out, and hearing Kit's bark of laughter and seeing his wide, proud grin made it worth it. Hearing Izuku try-- and fail horribly-- to hold in his snickers was also a treat. Izuku had been rather depressed when they first met. Tenya hadn't seen it at first, but he and Kit had talked, and the shorter of the pair had explained a bit of what was going on with their freckled friend and some of the issues that were currently presenting themselves due to the boy's past and how he was treated within society. It had lit a burning flame in the pit of his stomach, but he'd also been more determined afterwards. When the magazine presented the opportunity to spread awareness on those without a quirk, the couple jumped at the chance. 

"I need to chart this development. What a leap." Izuku's sass was showing. Tenya reached over Kit's head to swat at him jokingly. The freckled boy gave an overdramatic dodge. "Attempted assault! Officer, arrest him!"

"If I'm putting cuffs on him, it's not gonna be for justice." Kit noted as they approached the train station. Tenya's jaw dropped, his cheeks coloring red. Kit's gazed dropped down, and he gave a snarky grin. "At least, not the kind you're thinking of."

The howl Iida gave was indignant. Kit and Izuku took off for the train, laughing almost hysterically the whole time as a red-faced Tenya angrily squacked and moved his arms panickedly in a robot-like fashion that only made the whole scene funnier. Any outsider looking in had to think they were crazy, but the the trio couldn't find it in themselves to really care. Izuku and Kit didn't stop laughing for an entire two stops, and even then they remained with grins painted on their faces and small snickers slipping past anytime they made eye contact with each other.

Kit wondered how he'd gotten so lucky. He'd been some little thug on the street, and then Tenya had just sort of happened. And all because Kit sort of set a desk on fire. Using another student. It was complicated, and he wasn't saying he was glad Tenya had been bullied before he came along, but he was thanking every higher power he could think of that he'd introduced himself and had been given the chance to be present in such circumstances. If not for that one, tilting moment, he may not be where he was now.

Izuku was the same. Kit had Kacchan's eyes, but the champagne blonde's insults and snide remarks were never on his mind anymore. Anytime he felt down, all he had to do was text Kit, and he'd be there for him. Tenya was the same, ordering pizza for him at times, or rambling mindlessly about Kit. The magazine helped. His depression was still there, but now he was pouring himself into something that mattered. His despair had always been linked to the despairing feeling of uselessness. Only now, he felt he had a purpose. Like he was doing something.

"Holy shit. How'd I even manage to snag him?" Kit wheezed, finally able to stop clutching his stomach. His phone was buzzing in his pockets. No doubt several texts from a still-flustered Tenya about why he'd been inappropriate and such of that like. Tenya secretly liked it, and Kit could tell. He wouldn't do it otherwise. Or... maybe he would. He didn't know; he was a little shit. 

"I honestly don't know. I'm still trying to figure out how the relationship works." Izuku tried not to let another laugh bubble out. Their stop was next, the train taking off again as more people got off and more got on. "You're completely different, yet so alike at the same time. Somehow."

"Somehow." Kit agreed with a snort. He'd never looked too deeply into ust how his relationship with Tenya was managing to work out so well, though when he really thought about it, he wasn't sure. Kit normally hated people who were uptight about the rules. Not Tenya, though. Maybe it was because he was so much more than a snooty, spoiled brat. He wanted to be a hero, but not for fame or fortune. He genuinely wanted to help people, and make them feel better. Izuku did as well, and that's how Kit knew they could do it.

Kit wasn't sure where he was going with his life at this point. The magazine was great, and he could already see it going a million different directions. But Kit had never been the type to just sit around. He was active, and a trouble maker. He stuck his fingers in as many pies as he could and cared not for the consequences, and revelled in the rush of it all. He'd be damned if he lived out his days leeching off the multitude of money that had been left to him. Not the mention all the cash they were pulling in. Their magazine, at the moment, was there at the top ranks. Everyone was reading it. Once Izuku finished setting up the website, they'd be poppin.

Their train came to a halt, and they scrambled off while idly chatting about their workout regime. Izuku felt ready to start learning self defense. The way Kit fought was dirty and completely cut throat, but it worked for him. Being quirkless meant you had to pull out all the stops. Kit and Izuku were both rejects of society. They had a mutual understanding they could never share with anyone else who wasn't born like them, even Tenya. You did what you had to do, and though Kit had learned to fight through experience and time on the streets, he felt confident in his ability to show Izuku the ropes.

"I'd say we start small and pair it with some sort of weight lifting to get some muscle on you. You won't be doing any judo flips with those noodle arms." Kit noted, and Izuku nodded in agreement, gripping the straps of his backpack tightly. It was dark, but not terribly late. Even so, the streets were still empty as they headed out of the main part of town and towards their neighborhood. The subway let off in a pretty shady area, but it was closest to their homes. Besides, Kit could handle himself and stand up for Izuku just fine. Though, pretty soon Izuku wouldn't need Kit's watchful eyes.

"Yeah, you're right. I didn't even think of that." Izuku looked at his hands, though he didn't frown like he used to when he thought about the shape of his body's physique. Instead, he smiled a small smile, thinking of how far he'd go rather than how far behind he lagged. Meeting Kit had been a wakeup call for him. Being quirkless was not a hindrance.

They continued their idle chatter, Kit shooting some texts at Tenya and letting Izuku read some of the rambles he'd been sent. They both snickered at the poor guy's flustered venting mildly as they scrolled through the vast amount of paragraphs that had been sent to Kit's phone. When Tenya got worked out about much of anything, he tended to go on and on about it until he calmed down. Just sort of poured it out. Kit sort of loved it when he did that. Especially when someone pissed him off. Tenya was too nice to tell whoever had angered him to their face what they'd done, so he'd instead tell Kit and maybe Izuku if he was there. Or, in short, he'd talk shit.

The pair of quirkless teens was walking side by side. You know, minding their own business, chillin, being bros talking about bro things, and then it happened. It was so sudden that even Kit jumped, the both of them whirling around in search of the source of the absolutely ungodly shriek that had just sounded. They both looked at each other, eyes wide. There was a beat. Something passed silently between them, and no words were needed. They took off in the direction the scream had come from.

It had been close. Kit checked alleys as they went, and Izuku stayed close behind. He wanted to say he could handle whatever they were going to find, but he doubted it severely. Instead, he allowed himself to remain Kit's backup. The brunette was far more capable than he was, and he this. Hell, Izuku could even say he was proud of it, and certainly not surprised. So long as he could help, he was content with letting Kit handle most of it if that's what was required. He wouldn't dream of getting in the way.

A few alleys down was where they found the individual who'd shrieked to begin with. It was a young woman, no older than thirty. She scrambled from the alley just as they made it there, nearly running into the two teens. Her eyes were wide as saucers, and her legs were shaking so hard Kit and Izuku both had to wonder if her knees would buckle. She looked as though she'd just seen a ghost. 

"A-Are you okay?!" Izuku managed to yelp out before Kit could do the same in a harsher, more vulgar fashion. He was better at beating things up than he was at emotionally comforting people. That's where Izuku came in. Yes, he was socially awkward and anxious, but at least he didn't make people cry by sneering and saying 'fuck' one too many times in the same sentence. So yes, maybe Izuku wasn't the best, but he was better than the alternative, and they both knew it. Kit wasn't even mad. He agreed wholeheartedly. He was one stone cold bitch.

"I-I-It's n-not human." The woman sputtered out, tears gushing down her cheeks. Izuku was actually a bit impressed. He cried a lot, but this woman was challenging even his abilities. Which was literally the last thing he should be thinking about in a moment like this. Kit was giving him these disapproving glances that told the freckled boy his shorter companion knew exactly where his mind had wandered. He flushed slightly, getting his head back in the playing field. Right. Crisis. She was like, sobbing, so either she had a fear of stray cats and had run across one, or something was seriously wrong.

"None of us really are, sweetheart." Kit grumbled, squinting into the darkness of the alley she'd popped from. A defensive hiss was what he was met with. Kit's face twisted, and he snarled right back, a growling sound coming from the back of his throat that made the woman's tears momentarily halt just so she could look at him with a sense of surprise and maybe even horror. Izuku winced slightly, forcing a smile. This woman needed help, and heroes helped people, right? Right. No need to panic. Whatever was in that alley clearly didn't want to be bothered. They could get this woman to safety, call the police, and so long as they didn't bother that thing, it shouldn't-- Kit was entering the alleyway.

"N-No, you can't!" The woman's voice came out shrilly, and Izuku resisted the urge to wince as he scrambled to peer after his friend, putting himself between the alley's entrance and the trembling woman. 

"Call 911." Izuku managed to choke out as another hiss, this one louder and more violent, sounded. Great. What would he tell Tenya?! 'Hey, we were walking and heard someone scream, so we went to check it out. Yeah, turns out there was a monster in some alley and it sort of ate his legs off, but he's fine!' Uh, yeah, Izuku would be dead before he could even get the words out. Tenya, if nothing else, was protective. Kit could take care of himself, but if the day came where he needed to be stood up for, the tall teenager would be there and be square. Literally. Seriously, what was up with his jawline?

"You fucker! Bad!" Kit said, and there was a slapping noise, followed by a yowl. "Shut your fuck, you mongrel. Man, you're an ugly bitch. What two ungodly beings had to fuck to have you?"

"K-Kit, be careful!" Izuku called. Behind him, the woman was fumbling with her phone, shakily typing in the numbers as the light illuminated her face. He hadn't realized how hard his heart was pounding until now. It felt ready to beat right out of his chest, and his breaths were coming out shorter and shorter by the second. He tried his best to steady them. Now wasn't the time for a freak out.

Going into the alley, Kit hadn't known what to expect. A rabid dog or two, maybe? At the most. Maybe a mutated cat of some kind. Sometimes animals got hit with weird quirks that would morph them into hell spawns, and it could cause a lot of trouble. He'd marched in there ready to pummel anything that dared to try and bite his face off. Kick it in the nose, if all else failed. If it was taller than him, well, fuck, backup plan was aim for its privates. If it had any. If not, he'd go for the eyes, and if it didn't have those... then he wouldn't even be sure what the fuck he was looking at to begin with.

With all the confidence of twelve Katsuki Bakugo's combined-- yes, that's a lot of ego there-- he marched in. The lighting around him shifted as he stepped fully into the shadows cast by the buildings on either side of him. For a heart-stopping moment, his eyes took a second to adjust and left him blind for just a second. A second that could've cost him. Fucking human bodily functions. Whatever, it was fine. He continued in his pursuit of whatever was lurking in this alley.

He almost missed it. He probably would've walked right past if not for the snarl and swipe of a dark hand in his direction. His reflexes were sharp though, and he was able to duck at the last second. The hand clipped his hair, the gust of air the blow created telling him there was a quirk of some kind in play here. Enhancement, because no normal person could realistically create that much force. He skipped back and raised his head, and paused for a moment. It hissed again.

A black, hulking creature that stood well over two feet over his stood hunched over. One hand was clutching its side, the other poised and ready. Its beady eyes were trained on him, it had a beak of all things, and its brain was grossly exposed. The beast's inky black skin blended in horribly. Kit ended up spewing something about it being an abomination, and it had almost killed him a second time, stumbling towards him in a manner he would've deemed groggy if not for the lack of drowsiness in the thing's eyes.

It definitely wasn't human. Izuku called his name from the mouth of the alleyway, but Kit didn't dare pry his eyes from... fuck, what was this thing? Legitimately? It wasn't a human. Whatever it was, it wasn't talking. It just stood there panting, staring and waiting. There was a metallic tang in the air that told him he was holding his side due to an injury. Kit let his eyes scan over the thing. It appeared to be male, shirtless, with loose pants that were ripped and reasonably dirty. Definitely nowhere near new, nor clean. 

He sort of expected it to attack, and was mildly surprised when it didn't. He heard sirens in the distance, and the creature flinched. Kit squinted, trying to deduce what in hot hell was happening through the low lighting. Light reflected in this thing's eyes, whatever he was. Kit held his breath, forcing his stance to relax. It was hurt, and dare he say it, maybe even scared. The ragged breathing paired with the way it was staring... it almost didn't seem hostile. Defensive, most definitely, but...

"I don't know if you can understand me, but the police are coming to take you away." Kit said. The creature flinched again. Whether it was from him suddenly speaking or from the gravity of his words, Kit wasn't sure. "I'm willing to get your ass out of here and take you somewhere you can... ugh, fuck, I don't know. I don't know what I'm doing, but you're fucked and seem scared. Shit ain't right."

Kit offered his hand. The creature stared, his breathing slowing slightly. Kit made sure it was his left hand he was putting forward. He was right handed, but if this thing was taking off a limb, it wasn't about to be his dominant one. He was an idiot, not a moron. What was he doing? He didn't know. He'd been stuck in an alley bleeding before, scared out of his fucking mind. He didn't know what this thing was, but it wasn't human. He'd feel guilty leaving something injured to just get hauled off by the police.

The beast hesitated, but brought forward its hand. With surprising gentleness, his inky hand wrapped around Kit's much smaller one. Kit grinned, despite not knowing what in god's name he was doing, or why he was really doing it. Running from the cops was fun. It could be a good experience, and this guy wasn't doing any harm. Or thing. Man? Was it a man? It really didn't seem human, but quirks were fickle things.

"Let's fuck off." Kit tugged the creature slightly. They started slow. By the time they got to the mouth of the alley, they were running. Izuku's eyes grew wide. "Come on, Izuku! I'm going to teach you how to stitch up a wound!"

Izuku couldn't do much other than follow.