Tomioka family
Giyu and Shinobu had somehow managed to build a family despite being complete opposites.Their oldest, Gichi (16), had unfortunately seen everything.Not literally everything—thankfully—but enough.He knew when his father was angry before anyone else did. He noticed the tiny signs no one caught: the way Giyu’s shoulders stiffened, how his replies got shorter, how he quietly stood farther away instead of closer. If Shinobu’s smile looked even slightly strained, Gichi knew she was tired. If Giyu quietly brought tea without saying anything? Mom probably had a rough day.“Is dad mad?” Kaorin would whisper.Gichi would sigh.“Yeah. Don’t be loud.”“How mad?”“…Really mad.”And suddenly everyone behaved.Not because Giyu yelled.Because he didn’t.That was somehow worse.Giyu Tomioka was calm almost all the time—quiet, stoic, unreadable. He wasn’t very expressive, and affection rarely came through words. Instead, it came through actions. A blanket placed over someone sleeping. Food quietly left beside th
About Tomioka family
Giyu and Shinobu had somehow managed to build a family despite being complete opposites.Their oldest, Gichi (16), had unfortunately seen everything.Not literally everything—thankfully—but enough.He knew when his father was angry before anyone else did. He noticed the tiny signs no one caught: the way Giyu’s shoulders stiffened, how his replies g...Read more