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"Izuku? You home?" Aizawa calls out, holding the door open for Hitoshi. The day the adoption went through, they took Hitoshi out of the orphanage, and they're planning to burn that building later. Later. Hizashi pats nine-year-old, scared Hitoshi on the head, the nine-year-old's hand fisting a handful of Hizashi's shirt, sticking to his side. A huff comes from the living room as Hizashi smiles while Aizawa smirks softly. "Your older brother is in the living room; go meet him,"
Hizashi bends down, kissing Hitoshi on the forehead, patting his back as Hitoshi carefully turns the corner, rounding the couch to see a gigantic tiger in the room, grey fur, and black stripes. Hitoshi's jaw drops as the tiger's eyes lazily slide open, chuffing. "I-I- have a t-t-iger as a b-big br-brother?" Hitoshi swings around, little fists swinging in the air. Hizashi and Aizawa smirk, toeing off their shoes and slipping into house slippers, sliding to the living room. "This is Izuku, your older brother by two years. His quirk is Tora (tiger). He likes to nap in his tiger form." Aizawa explains, eyeing the already snoozing big cat. Hitoshi whips around again, jaw dropped.
"Oh my god, I have a tiger as a big brother."
Hitoshi promptly faints.
- AGE 14 & 16 -
Hitoshi walks into the house, a dull look in his eyes. Izuku stands in the living room, yawning. His ears flick, rotating to where Hotoshi stands, his big brother turning around to see Hitoshi. The muzzle is tight on his jaw, keeping his mouth shut. Izuku's soft, gold, and green eyes narrow, pupils slitting into daggers as his claws dig into the coffee cup he holds. Izuklu's tail puffs, thrashing angrily as he sets the coffee cup down. Izuku walks over to Hitoshi, snapping the metal band with ease, a cold aura around him.
The muzzle is tossed into the trash, nearly tipping the bin over as Izuku cups Hitoshi's cheeks, furred paw-hands rubbing circles with his toe-beans, chuffing softly. "Hitoshi...who was it?" Izuku asks, voice stern but soft. Hitoshi's eyes fill with tears, dull purple eyes looking up at his big brother's eyes. "I-It was... Mr. Tanaka..." Hitoshi mutters, and he can see the moment his brother's eyes are set on his prey.
Eh, fuck them.
The next day, Izuku and Hitoshi walk together. He guesses he should explain more about Izuku, huh? Izuku (or tora-nii chan) takes on both of their parent's names, mushing them together to get 'Yamazawa.' The greentte has long, dark green hair, some spots a thick black. It's usually tied up in a bun or ponytail. Izuku's eyes are some of the prettiest he's ever seen. They're green, gold, and have freckles of blue here and there. The sixteen-year-old stands at 6'1, and he's quite lean but packed with muscles. His feet aren't actually feet but are tiger paws.
His hands are the same, but they look more like hands than paws. Fur travels up to Izuku's elbows before the fur tapers off into skin, where tiger stripes lay. He also has tiger strikes down his back. He has round tiger ears on his head, and doesn't have human ears. He also has a long, fluffy tail that Hitoshi has had the honor of petting. (it's really fucking soft-- like holy shit, soft.) He's also fiercely protective of Hitoshi and their parents. Izuku also exudes a lot of a natural tiger's personality. (he's also exceedingly silent, and honestly, he's scared Dadzawa too many times to count.)
Hitoshi still doesn't know how Izuku was adopted, but it seems to be a sore spot for his big brother, so he steers away from asking. Enough about Izuku, more about walking.
They walk through the gates to Hitoshi's personal hell. People stare at the villain kid and the mysterious hot tiger dude. Izuku's ears twitch and flick. His hands are stuffed into his pockets, clearly holding himself back from slicing some kid's face up. Hitoshi walks Izuku to Mr. Tanaka's class, his first class of the day. As Hitoshi is about to open the door, Izuku reaches over him, pushing the purplette behind him, and slams the door open. Hitoshi lets out a squeak at the sound, and everyone else in the class, including Mr. Tanaka, jumps at the sound.
Izuku stands still, eyes dark, ears back, and claws digging into the wood of the door. "Are you Mr. Tanaka?" Izuku asks, and Mr. Tanaka nods, sweating. Mr. Tanaka is a middle-aged man with soft brown hair swept back and small round glasses perched on his nose. He wears a green sweater, a black and gold tie peaking over the fabric.
His slacks are black, along with his shoes. Izuku steps forward, hands by his side before they shoot out, fisting Mr. Tanaka's sweater, slamming Mr. Tanaka into the chalkboard, making Hitoshi balk and Mr. Tanaka squeak. Izuku's other hand digs into the chalkboard, a dangerous look on his face. "I heard you muzzled my brother, Tanaka-san..." Izuku growls, low yet so loud. Tanaka-san's face pales, eyes darting to and fro Hitoshi and the man in front of him. "Th-This is your fault, villain-!" Tanaka-san tries to scream at Hitoshi, but Izuku roars, loud and booming, shaking glass and rattling hearts.
"Oi," Izuku growls, pupils all but pin-pricks in his swirling irises of green, gold, and specks of blue. "Watch it. Muzzle my brother again and see what happens," Izuku warns, slipping a hand into his pocket, pulling out a card, and shoving it in Mr. Tanaka's face. Mr. Tanaka's face pales even further as Izuku grins, sharp, thumb-sized canines on full display in the morning sun. "You wouldn't want him knocking on your door, would you, Mr. Tanaka~?" Izuku purrs, eyes narrowing before he leans back, letting go of Tanaka's green sweater, walking to Hitoshi, staring down at the shocked purplette.
"Have a good day, kid," Izuku smiles, eyes snapping over to Mr. Tanaka one last time, glaring before he walks out, tail flowing gracefully behind him.
Hitoshi is the talk of the school, dubbed "Tiger dude's younger brother," and people don't glare, spit, or threaten him ever again. He no longer feels the burn of a muzzle slicing into his cheeks. Mr. Tanaka is far too scared even to touch the second muzzle he keeps in his desk, too scared Izuku would hunt him down and leave him mauled in a ditch.
- 16 & 18 -
By the time Hitoshi was in high school, U.A. (after being recommended by an anonymous source that was either his parents or big brother), he sits in class 1-A, and his brother was currently in 3-A. Honestly, Hitoshi could never find his brother in the halls, in the cafeteria. Half of the people in 3-A to 3-K have never heard of 'Izuku Yamazawa.' It's baffling. Izuku's like a fucking ghost until he hears his big brother's loud, sleepy chuffs in the vents, echoing around the school.
Ah.
He sees.
When Hitoshi comes home dead-eyed for the second time, Izuku is on high alert, ears perked, pupils slitted, and claws ready to rip. Hitoshi sits next to Izuku, leaning into the greentte, sniffling softly. "What's wrong, toshi?" Izuku croons softly, pulling his brother into his lap, tail steadying in his lap, curled up next to Hitoshi's hands, allowing the purplette to sniffle and play with his tail. Izuku huffs slightly, closing his eyes, the barbs on his tongue standing as he grooms his little brother's hair, the gravity-defying hair shifting with each pass of Izuku's barbed tongue.
Everyone in the Aizawa-Yamada house had gotten used to Izuku's grooming. Whether the teen held them down or it was used in a time of comfort, they got used to it quickly. Hitoshi found himself grounded as his brother chuffed and groomed his hair, playing with the tail placed in his lap. "Someone...called me a villain...today," Hitoshi mutters, and Izuku's entire being ground to a halt, tongue still half-passed through another stroke, tail no longer twitching. Hitoshi peeks over, seeing Izuku's hands shaking, claws peeking out of the fur, not fully unsheathed. "...who?"
Izuku's voice is trained, head resting atop of Hitoshi's. "Someone named... Mineta from 1-C and Uraraka-san... from my class," Hitoshi mutters. Izuku sighs softly, patting his thigh. "Your not a villain, toshi. Your quirk doesn't define you. If we wanted to talk about villain material, I could maul someone in seconds, and they could do nothing but scream. Your quirk gets you valuable information, could help suicidal people, stop hostage situations, and so much more..." Izuku chuffs softly, a little peeved; his tiger vocal cords don't let him purr, but he closes his eyes, letting his guard down as he and Hitoshi sit there.
"Just remember, toshi... Your quirk gets you information; my quirk lets me maul anyone I want," Izuku chuffs louder as Hitoshi snickers softly. "Has the principal done anything about this?" Izuku asks as Hitoshi stiffens in his lap. "Eh...I didn't tell anyone...? It's only happened a few times..." Izuku sighs softly, yawning. "We'll deal with that tomorrow, go nap or something.." Izuku grumbles as Hitoshi waddles off to his room, laying down on the couch.
It looks like he has a principal to threaten.
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Hizashi, Hitoshi, Aizawa, and Izuku sit in Nezu's office. Nezu's black, beady eyes are trained on Izuku, who stares right back. "What seems to be the issue?" Nezu asks; the fur under his clothing is puffed, feeling the stare of the predator in the room rip him apart. Aizawa clears his throat, and Nezu is the first one to look away from the mini staring contest Izuku and him were having.
"It has come to my attention that one of my students and a 1-C student has been harassing Hitoshi, calling him derogatory terms along the lines of "villain" and "monster." I'd like the 1-C boy, Mineta Minoru, to be punished, and I shall punish my student," Aizawa speaks. Nezu hums, paws tightening slightly, afraid that one wrong move would set Izuku off. "Hm, yes, I'll see what I can do. But if I do not have proof of these actions, I cannot take claims like these at face value-"
Nezu speaks before he's cut off with a furred hand slamming into his desk, making everyone jump. Nezu's fur puffs, looking up to meet cold, glowing eyes. He may be part predator, but Izuku is a full-blooded predator, one all of his mixed genes fear. "Nezu-san... I know you have proof of these allegations on your computer. You're always watching, aren't you? You would have seen the threats going on, and would have video proof and audio. You want to drag this on and see who snaps first, don't you? The bully or the bullied, huh?" Izuku hisses as Nezu's ears prick slightly, keeping his stare straight at Izuku's eyes.
"Don't fuck with me, Nezu. I can smell the fear running off of you. I can smell your rat, dog, and bear blood itching under your skin to run away from the big bad tiger," Izuku grins, a stain of animal blood that smells of mouse on his canine, mixed with drooling saliva. "You think your the big bad predator, but I'm the predator here. Get it done, or else..." Izuku warns lowly, claws popping out of the thick grooves dug into Nezu's desk, the smell of tiger wafting off of them, making Nezu's ears and nose twitch as Izuku exits the room, his family following behind him, a mix of flustered, or angry reactions.
The second the door closes, Nezu pants, claws digging into his desk, shaking in fear.
Uraraka Ochaco was suspended for a week for quirk discrimination, and Mineta was finally expelled.
Izuku happily lazed about, happy his brother no longer had to worry about those things.
After all, he isn't Tora-nii chan without throwing his weight around as an up-and-coming pro hero, underground like Dad, and a very powerful person.
(Nezu made sure to no longer try anything while Izuku was watching. He can still smell the smell of mouse blood on Izuku's teeth.)