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Shōta Tsushima was eight when Shūji was born.
Shūji wasn't Shōtas last nor first sibling. After all, Shōta had five older siblings (two Sisters and three big Brothers,) and he also had several younger Sisters and Brothers. Shūji just happened to be the third youngest of his family before his Mother absolutely could not give birth to any more children. (Even then, their Father went to outside resources to get more children. So Shōta is more than sure he has at least six or even several more siblings.)
Shōta can't say he memorized all of his siblings names – they were just a blank face to him or a puppet who happen to be able move; able to talk and breathe without any assistance.
But Shūji– Shūji Tsushima was unique out of all the bunch.
The boy had a Ability similar to his. It was a Nullifying type that erased any and every Ability with a mere touch. It was like Shōtas – who if he just looked at a person, their Ability is no longer active.
Because of that, they both experience similar.. Situations. The lack of any sort of emotions.. Or, perhaps, should Shōta say the lack of understanding them?
For Shōta, he never understood how people acted they way they do – with silly irrational emotions. Why they can allow it to consume them and allow it to act like such a damn fool. It was stupid – it was inane. He hated it. He acted on his logic and reason – sparing no ones own pitiful emotion that would get hurt in the process.
Shōta was as a child, and still is as a adult, brutally and painfully honest.
Though Shūji was a bit more.. Complex.
His emotions was stripped down to something more apathetic. Something more bleak and non-caring. Shūji tried to act out emotions as he saw them but it came out always as wrong. His forced cheerfulness was eeire – it made those who looked at him sick to their stomach or want to bolt away.
Shūjis smiles always were goofy and wide, yet his blackhole like eyes stayed blank with nothingness that reflected back to those who stared at him.
No one in the house liked Shūji – Shōta knew that much. Not even their own parents who locked away Shūji in his very own personal cellar whenever he freaked them out too much.
Though Shōta never minded his little Brother. In fact, whenever Shūji was locked away, Shōta would be the only one to visit him. (It was either Shōta or the caretaker who was hired to watch over Shūji yet they did a poor job at it.) Shōta was also the only one who could do missions with Shūji. Shōta was the only one could handle watching Shūji kill and torture someone, or even just talk down to someone to the point they take their own life.
It never made Shōta vomit like it made the others. He never flinched or cried at how much of a merciless monster Shūji could be depsite being trained to act as such.
No– Shōta felt a odd feeling of.. Proudness or twisted feeling of satisfaction while he watched Shūji do a job well done.
Maybe Shōta was as fucked up in the head as Shūji. Maybe thats why Shōta didn't feel any sort of remorse or cried when he found out that a fire broke out at his family home and killed every last single person in that damned place.
Well everyone besides Shūji died – no one could find his body. Which is why he knows his little Brother killed their only family, yet Shōta didnt care. Even if it meant that he was alone, technically a orphan, and on the streets at the age of fourteen.
Shōta wasn't a orphan for long though, which he suppose was okay. Shōtas life took a drastic turn from being a deadly assassin and being born into one of the most wealthy and feared family, to now being found by a fucking rat. (The thing didn't say it wasn't a rat – bear, mouse, or dog it or "he" said, but still. A rat is a rat.)
Shōta wasn't sure what made him go with the talking and walking rodant – it could be because he knew what his life would end up as living on the streets. It only had one end no matter how Shōta prettied up the story; his death.
He could try living as normally as he could, but old habits die hard Shōta learned quickly. He has killed for food or money and he has done unsightly methods for information. One day, it'll just lead him to the clink, and Shōta would rather die instead of rotting in jail. (Really, Shōta has no qualms in talking his own life if needed.)
Shōta knows how he used to live his life was.. Dangerous and would eventually get Shōta killed if he ran into the wrong person. Then there was the fact food was hard to get. If none of the above kill Shōta, then starvation or some sort of disease will.
So it was only logical to follow the rat named Nezu.
Life became less bloody for Shōta after Nezu.. You could say, adopted him. Nezu knew what Shōta did yet the rat cleared his name and allowed Shōta to have a fresh start. He gave Shōta a new family name – Aizawa.
He even help tweaked how Shōta uses his Ability; instead of Shōta having to look or peak at a person to take away their Ability – Shōta has to get a direct stare and blink to deactivate it. He also cannot use said Ability on certain users despite the fact Shōtas Ability works on everyone and he can't deactivate it.
Apparently because of this, Shōta now wears black contacts to keep the lie – or cover story as Nezu puts it – going. (Too bad, his hazel-redish eyes were the one thing he liked about his family features. They reminded Shōta of a blood moon in the night sky; so pretty yet so elegant and mysterious.)
Shōta doesn't know what happened to Shūji after the fire. Not really. He knows that Shūji most definitely ran away and most likely is alive to this day. Maybe. If he is and didn't fall to his suicidal ways, then Shūji will be twenty three if Shōta remembers things correctly. (And Shōta does. After all, next to Shūji, he was the second smartest in his family. He has a photogenic memory, though no one in U.A. knows this besides Nezu who finds his natural intelligence riveting.)
Maybe Shūji found his own "Nezu" – a person to pick him up off the street and to take him in.
Either way, Shōta could not help but to think he'll soon know about Shūji if he just waits a little longer.