Hi! Idk if you’re taking requests right now, but if you are can I please request headcannons or a scenario of Izana finding out he has a younger half brother(reader is younger than him by a year)from his bio parents? After reader was born, they give him to a different orphanage and he was adopted by another family. Izana finds out about his existence, after Shinichiro’s death. And maybe how Izana would treat him/interact with him(fluff if possible)? I’m sorry if this is a little too much.
hi!!! First, thank you sm for sending this in to me! I don’t get to write for tokyo rev as much as I want to so i was pretty excited for this! On that note tho,,,i really don't know enough about Izana like I probably should, so if this is a bit out of character or idk inconsistent with the actual timeline i am so sorry 😭 i also wrote this half awake so i rlly hope its not like choppy or anything,,,but anyways !!!! Also this literally took my ages to finish and i am so sorry 😭 i have the worst time with writing things especially when i /want/ to write them (and work has been a whole other thing so) but ANYWAYS
It's been some two years since Izana’s older brother died. Most of those years he had spent in denial of sorts, and there was of course, the anger that he had tried so hard not to give in to.
Two long years of carefully avoiding anyone he used to know, all while crafting his own gang as their new leader. Anything to get back at those who have wronged him, stolen from him…hurt him. He would have his kingdom, and no one could stop him, not even Manjiro Sano.
“Hey boss, this was left by the door.” A voice he doesn’t care to distinguish cuts him from his thoughts, and Izana turns to look at the manila envelope being held out to him.
He takes it quickly, flipping it over a few times before tearing it open, dumping out the contents onto the short glass table in front of him.
Pictures stare back at him. Most of which are of a young boy, and who he can assume is the boy’s family.
Izana rifles through the photos, an unwelcome feeling of anxiety shooting through his body as his eyes landed on a photocopy of a birth certificate, and an adoption paper.
“Uhh, sir?” The Tenjiku member shifted his weight on his feet, “is that like, someone we have to take out?”
Izana’s eyes slide to him, a look of pure annoyance filling them as Izana waves him off wordlessly.
Izana looks back to the pictures spread out in front of him, the unknown boy in each one who looks like he couldn’t be more than a year or two younger than Izana himself.
The words of his mother chimed in the back of his head. She had told him that he wasn’t blood relatives with his family. She had told him that he was all alone. That there was no one he truly had as a family.
In a sudden fit of rage, Izana found himself flipping the glass table onto its side, watching as it slid away and into the nearest wall.
He approached the mess of glass and photos, chest heaving. He once more peered into the eyes of that young boy, and snatched up the picture, alongside the adoption record.
He knew what he needed to do.
It only took about a week to find the kid. It took maybe another for Izana to work up the nerve to approach him.
He was sitting alone outside of a school, reading some manga that had seen better days. The thing was battered and its pages yellowed.
“Hey kid.” He said, watching as the younger boy stilled.
He looked up, puzzled, “uh…hi?”
With a clear view of his face, Izana could see the resemblance between himself and his half brother. A lot of it was in the eyes, he had the same eyes, the same never ending stare.
“Are you-“ he started, but the words caught in his throat, unable to bring him to speak the name.
“Am I what?” The boy furrowed his brows, taking a second to study Izana.
Then he did something that surprised him.
“You’re Izana! Izana Kurokawa!” He grinned, immediately getting to his feet, “that means you got my message!”
“You sent the pictures?” Izana could hardly believe it. How did this kid figure it out?
The younger boy nodded, “Well, I knew from the start that I was adopted, and well my family isn’t very secretive. But I never thought that I would have a brother! When I asked my parents they said that we had been separated when we were really young and…”
The kid rambled on, suddenly unsure of what to do with himself.
“You parents told you…?” Izana felt his stomach churn. Of course he wasn’t the lucky one. He had spent his whole life living a lie, and now the truth was right in front of him.
Before the kid could answer, Izana asked another question, “Are you hungry?”
He wasn't sure where it came from, but Izana had the urge to take care of the kid. Perhaps it was something he picked up from Sinichiro, or maybe it was just him wanting to be there for the kid like how he had wanted when he was younger, in the days before the Sano family.
“Uh…yeah I guess so!”
And that was all it took.
For the following weeks Izana would wake up earlier than normal just to walk with his half brother to school.
He would take him out for meals when the two could get away with it.
Izana had his gang carefully follow him around in case anyone tried to mess with the kid.
It wasn’t until one of his members brought it up to him that Izana even realized how much he was doing for the kid…for his brother.
He caught himself with a small smile on his face any time he thought about how he could do something for the kid.
Izana even began to catch himself thinking about what they could do when the kid was older. Would he want to move in with him? Maybe the kid could learn to ride one of the motor bikes with Izana. He would think about maybe even one day having him join the gang, mostly for safety reasons, but maybe in case Izana needs to pass on the mantle for any reason.
And the craziest thing about it to him was that he wasn’t even sure when he started to think this way.
All he knew was that the kid was his brother, and nothing would ever change that or come between them again.
