Third person pov

First of all, Rei looks great as brunette. Second of all, Denise has a massive goddamn crush on Katsuki for some reason and none of them are sure what to do about it. But that's an issue for another time.

The UA exams are coming up fast, and they're scrambling to try and get the Chad project done with everything else going on. Tenya's kicking reinforced sandbags across a gym as training which is about as attractive and you're probably thinking it is and yes, Izuku has been running off into the sunset with All Might. Between that and the fact that they're cramming like their lives depend on it, they haven't had as much time to pour themselves into the Chad project; especially considering they still have the normal magazine to deal with. With Izuku and Tenya so preoccupied, Kit has had more creative freedoms, but you know. It's a real trade off.

There's also the matter of when to launch the Chad because, you know, it has to be dramatic and at the right time. Kit and Izuku have been going over statistics and have noticed that Endeavor seems to make a massive blunder once every three months (it's probably all his PR team will allow) about something or another, so during one of those times will probably be good. 

Kit really wants to get Suzuko Corporations more publicity before then. They have a ton, don't get him wrong, but he doesn't just want this to blow up. He wants this shit nuclear. Thus, he's got six more in-person interviews scheduled, Rei is their new social media rep, and they're not distributing to a few more countries than before. That, and they're looking at engineering commercial products.

"I don't see why you don't try for Gen Ed or the Business track." Izuku groaned, hunched over a text book and looking like he may be in real, physical pain. He gave Kit a look that Tenya would dorkily classify as 'salty' if you asked him. "You aced the mocks. Somehow."

"I'm hot and I'm smart. What can I say?" Kit absentmindedly waved a hand. He's somehow managed to commandeer Tenya's lap for himself and has been fucking around on his laptop for the past hour whilst Tenya reads does homework off to the side. Kit is so proud. He hasn't even turned red yet! 

"Your apparent 'hotness'," Izuku made air quotations which was honestly just downright offensive at this point, "doesn't explain how you know literally any of this. I've never seen you study once in the entire time that I've known you. All you do is curse at people and lose your shoes."

"Hey!" Kit gasped. "I'll have you know that I also fuck people up. Honestly, Izuku. This is just fan behavior. Don't be sour because I'm talented and some people... aren't." Kit gave Izuku a pointed look, and the green-haired boy looked quite affronted. Kit leaned back into his boyfriend, smug. 

Izuku rolled his eyes at him. How their relationship had devolved into this, Kit wasn't sure. He heard Tenya heave a sigh at their banter. They were once again in Chad's hospital room, waiting for Tensei and Hawks to show up. Rei had decided upon staying at the Midoriya household and now spent her days making aesthetically pleasing social media posts and announcements, as well as roasting people on twitter. No one was sure why she was so good at it but Kit suspected a mixture of spite and years upon years of free time to come up with comebacks. 

"We're in a hospital, you two. Please behave yourselves before we're kicked out again." Tenya sighed. Anytime Chad went too long without ample brain activity Kit and Izuku would barricade the door and blast his designated playlist and blast it until they were satisfied with the amount of spikes they got. The doctors would eventually fight their way in and have security drag them out. It was humiliating, but apparently necessary according to Kit. 

"I'll bribe them." Kit shrugged. Izuku nodded in agreement. Tenya just patted his boyfriend's head like the brunette was some sort of rebellious house cat. He would lecture him about the issues bribing brought on moralistically but he'd already given it about seven times now and if it hadn't stuck then, Tenya wasn't sure it would now either. He was starting to figure out that if Kit didn't pick up after five talking-tos he wasn't going to at all.

Honestly, Tenya felt more settled than ever. Being with Kit at first had been rocky and a little scary, not because he wasn't sure but because he'd had absolutely no idea what the hell he was doing. But now he'd adjusted and they had reached some sort of mutual tandem that simply worked for them. Kit's personality melded against his, but they didn't mix and they didn't clash. They complimented each other! Tenya isn't saying he's basking in it per se, but he... you know, is sorta basking in it.

Now, this all was fine. Peaceful, even. Very tame and maybe even sweet compared to breaking into the Number Two Hero's house and illegal stuff of that sort. Tensei and Hawks showed up, Hawks awkwardly trying to flirt with the older Iida and Tensei not understanding as usual. They all ate chicken sandwiches and Kit and Tensei grumbled about the chemical composition of the facewash Kit was trying to create for their brand. Hawks told his brother all about his day and the people he saved, which was like, a little classified but none of them were going to say anything about that.

So that begs the question as to how Kit found himself stabbed in an alleyway about a solid hour later. Ugh. 

It sounds really bad when you put it like that, but that's probably because it's... like, really bad. How it even got to this point is something Kit is still asking himself, because there is a literal fucking knife in his thigh to the hilt and damn, he really liked these shorts. Couldn't they have aimed a little lower if they were going to go for the legs? He's grateful for the lack of artery damage, truly, but these weren't cheap and they're one of Tenya's favorite pairs. No that Tenya would ever tell him that, but the staring makes it pretty obvious.

"Are you fucking kidding me right now?" Kit asked in the most genuinely done tone he could muster up, giving the offending mugger a flat look that had them shaking in their little leather boots. Fuck, this hurt. He'd thought Tenya had him on a tight leash-- disclaimer: unfortunately not the kinky kind-- before but after this? It's only going to get worse. If only Kit hadn't decided he wanted a chili cheese dog on his way to deliver more papers to Rei. 

"G-Give me all your money!" The mugger exclaimed, like the total idiot they just so happened to be. Kit sighed, giving them a pitying look. They were taller than him by about two feet yet somehow it still felt like he was looking down on them. The only outright mutations he could see aside from the fact they had four arms instead of two, but they looked too shrimpy and pathetic to be categorized as a threat. And that's coming from the five foot tan terror over the fuck here, who no, doesn't have any shoes on.

The jitter nature the man displayed, however, did keep Kit on edge. The way he'd just jumped into attacking before giving his demands and the way his eyes kept darting about told him something was wrong. Was he muttering to himself? He sounded like he may be murmuring to himself. Kit was decidedly not a huge fan of this situation for obvious reasons. I.e. the whole knife thing. He glanced back, debating the pros and cons of going back the way he came. It was just another alleyway but he could probably vanish if he was fast enough, but he wasn't sure how fast he'd be able to move with a blade in his leg. Tenya was going to behead him for this one, that's for sure.

"Or what? You'll stab me?" Kit asked blandly, gesturing down to the knife. Blood was just barely dribbling out of the wound which made things a lot better than they could be. The injury was plugged by the weapon itself, and he didn't plan on changing that anytime soon. But again, the idea of moving it much made him cringe. The muscles contracting around the weapon made him feel a little ill. He's a bad bitch but even he thinks the sensation is nasty, not to mention agonizing. Props to him for not sputtering like Izuku before he was cool.

The guy looked erratic, his eyes pupils big and his entire form beginning to shake. Apparently stabbing Kit again wasn't apart of his grand plan to get whatever he was trying to get. Instead, stabbing himself was. Kit's brows ticked up, up, and then up again as the mystery man whipped a syringe out of god knows where. It wasn't a normally shaped one either. It looked almost high tech, white with two holes your fingers slotted through and pulled at. Kit watched as he sunk it into one of his multiple arms. 

Should he be tweeting this? Snapchatting it? His private story would have a field day. Dabi would find this totally hilarious. Hawks and Tensei not so much. Tenya definitely not. Izuku was a bit off a toss up, but Inko would love it if she saw it! She'd declare it a 'city-life anomaly'. That being said, she was still struggling to figure out how the app worked so there was a good chance she wouldn't notice it was there unless Kit showed her. Wait, had he even added Rei yet? Did she have a snap aside from the company one? He needed to check on things like this!

At first nothing happened which was great news for Kit. He'd thrown down with crack addicts before, and they were always really weak in resolve or absolutely batshit with no limits. He took a small step back as the man gasped for air, the odd device he'd used to inject himself hitting the pavement with a clink. Was this a suicide? Had Kit just watched someone inject themselves with poison? Because if so that was super depressing. Damn. And he still had to get these papers to Rei.

The man's eyes, now bloodshot, snapped up after a moment of disgusting gagging and landed on Kit. Kit blanched as the man snarled like a rabid raccoon who'd just had their midday dumpster meal disturbed. And then to make matters even worse, another arm popped out of his back. It writhed like it didn't know what to do with itself which was a little funny, but Kit doesn't have time to laugh. Kit instead watched the man ruffle his own hair in a rough, near violent manner. He looked pissed. Super crazy, but he'd looked like that before the... steroids? Or whatever the fuck was in that?

"Oh." Kit noted shortly, watching the existing arms buff up like they were inflatable pool toys being filled with air. He took another very slow step back. His leg screamed in protest which was irritating. Not what he wanted to happen. Huh, maybe he wouldn't have to worry about Tenya killing him. Maybe this guy would do it for him.

Kit took stock of the situation. Summarized it for his own wellbeing, you know? He turns the corner, guy hopped up on drugs pops out and stabs him. Wants his wallet. You know, the usual. Kit, now knifed into disablement, watches as already fucked up guy fucks himself up more with syringe. Are we all following whatever the fuck this is? Because Kit honestly isn't sure he himself is, and he's here right the fuck now. It's not a good look for him. He's very concerned with the sudden turn of events. He should've just stayed comfy cozy in Tenya's lap and made Hawks deliver this shit.

"You brat." The man hissed at him, as though Kit had done something wrong. Kit had literally turned the corner and had been stabbed. He had no fucking clue what was going on! "You... You ruined it. You ruined it! You weren't supposed to do that. Why did you do that?"

"Great question." Kit quipped, shoving himself to the side as the man flew through the air like a spider monkey on speed. Well, this wasn't how he'd wanted to spend his Tuesday night, that's for sure. What the actual hell had been in that shit? Because this guy was popping out arms faster than Izuku popped out insults these days. If Katsuki wasn't terrified of the freckled boy before, he sure as shit is now. But then again, who isn't Katsuki scared of these days?

The man wails like Kit has personally offended him by getting out of the way of his hurtling body. Kit hits the alley wall a little harder than he would've liked and is immediately moving again when the man turns and lunges, many arms reaching out and grasping at him. Kit let out a string of curses that would make Tenya gasp in horror even with all he's already heard his boyfriend say, eyes searching for something to help him out of this situation. His eyes fly over the syringe and he once again finds himself briefly wondering just what was in it to make this guy go so utterly ape shit.

There's not much time to think about it. The guy ping-pongs off the wall and bounces at Kit like a basketball. Kit is reaching for the loose brick by the nearby dumpster before he even realizes, turning with incredible speed considering he's quirkless, injured, and a child. The brick doesn't quite hit the man's temple like Kit had hoped, but it does nail him in the side of the neck hard enough to make him choke and falter. Kit turns to make a run for it.

"This has got to be the dumbest shit that's ever happened to me." Kit complained aloud, cursing his lack of shoes. Izuku's All Might socks are horrible traction. If he were Tenya, what would he do? Probably call the police or run at the speed of light. Not options because he really doesn't know where his phone went. It's probably still in Tenya's pocket. As popping as these ruined shorts are, the pockets are criminally small. 

"Give me your wallet!" The man shrieked at the very top of his lungs. Kit scoffed.

"Maybe I fucking would if you'd stop trying to goddamn football tackle me!" Kit yells back immaturely. Sue him. Sass and spite are his only coping mechanisms in this world.

The man gives an agitated shriek and flies for him again. Only this time something changes. The arms in his back recede, shrinking back into him for a reason Kit can't currently identify. All he can truly figure out is that his leg hurts like a bitch and he's about to get his neck snapped by the guy's four remaining appendages, which reach for him like he's a bratty child they want to strangle. The only one allowed to choke him is Tenya, thank you very much. No, Kit won't be taking critiques. 

Kit is ripping the knife out of his own leg and plunging it into the man's shoulder right as a white length of cloth flies out and wraps itself around the man's middle and around his massive forehead. He gets yanked back with a yelp, taking the weapon with him. Kit flips the guy off as he goes, chest heaving. The papers he has for Rei are a bit crumpled but relatively unharmed. Blood is absolutely soaking these shorts now though, staving off the vague hope Kit had hosted of repairing them. He'll just have to replace them. Why is he so frugal? He's literally rich. He could buy like, thousands of these if he wanted. Maybe it's just a matter of pride or something.

The man is wrapped up more and more as he's hiked back, seemingly endless spiels of white fabric twisting around and constricting him. Kit whistles low, glancing behind him. He isn't far from the Midoriya household and it seems like this little issue has folded itself up nice and neat, yeah? 

A man emerges from the shadows of the alley, eyes glowing a nearly demonic shade of red. Kit takes in his raggedy appearance and outfit and deduces that he's probably an underground hero. He's seen a few here and there in his times tromping around in the middle of the night but he's never had an encounter with one so outright. Somehow Kit thinks that's probably a good thing. There's no reason for him to stick around, right? Right! Why take a useless trip to the police station when he's on a mission to deliver these files to Rei? Makes perfect sense to him, and according to Izuku he's a genius. 

He got at least a stab in. He isn't leaving any DNA behind, but he will as soon as the blood fully soaks through the denim. Kit really doesn't know what getting mixed up in a drug-related mugging is going to do to Suzuko. It'll inevitably break to the press if they get his name and because he stabbed the guy back, there's no telling what the public will think. Tenya would be so disappointed if their reputation took even a small blow this late in the game. Hell, Kit would be disappointed. He doesn't regret stabbing the fucker but this is a ship he isn't going to go down with.

"Kid." The man's voice is sharp, seeming to know his train of thought. Kit halts, meeting his eyes which have now gone dark. He has his foot planted on the mugger's back now. Said mugger is nothing more than a cocoon. Maybe Kit should invest in a weaponized scarf. "Kid, don't even think about i-"

Kit is turning around and vanishing around the corner before he can get another word in. After all, he's got a wound to patch up!