Tobirama was always forced to be strong, his father was to force him to become a “real” man by not crying, by being abused.
Since he was a young boy…
It was always Tobirama to get the abuse. Hashirama would always be clueless and would constantly hang out with Madara. One of the many reasons on why Tobirama would get beaten up. Tobirama didn’t say a single word to his siblings in order to protect them he took all the blame to himself. For everything, even if it was Butsuma’s own fault it would be a reason to abuse Tobirama.
Soon, this became a habit.
Once Butsuma saw that Hashirama left the house, it was Tobirama’s time to get beaten. Whenever Tobirama made a sound or let a tear drop, he would get beaten and even get wounded. By wounded it would leave dreadful scars and deep cuts made by various of types of sharp ninja tools.
This continued for years up until Butsuma finally passed away. The problem for Tobirama only got worse. Even though he knew Hashirama would never ever beat him, the trauma continued on up until now.
Tobirama just couldn’t get his courage up to confess to his older brother…
Every now and then, Tobirama would get nightmares of him getting beaten. It would haunt him till morning, but when he sees Hashirama the nightmares were cured instantly. He knew it would be best for him to tell him. But he just couldn’t.
Up until now.
Hashirama looked at Tobirama with shock and disbelief. Tobirama was getting changed into his usual clothes as he finished up his documents for his brother. But he didn’t realize that he had left the door unlocked. He was too late when he heard his brother’s voice calling out for him.
“Tobi~ Tobirama my dear otouto-“ Hashirama saw it. The deep scars that wrapped around his back. “A-anija…” were the only words Tobirama got to let out before he heard a thud. “My otouto, my dear Tobi.. what…-“ “father…” soon silence came into the room then wet sobs.
“Oh… my poor Tobi… my poor otouto…” Hashirama whispered as he embraced his brother. Tobirama noticed his vision getting blurred. Tears? After… 10 years, tears huh.
“That’s right my dear, let it all out… my poor otouto, my poor angel.” That single sentence broke Tobirama. His tears fell down like the rain. He felt himself trembling in his brother’s arms. All he ever wanted was to be loved.
His sobs grew into loud cries, Hashirama held onto his otouto like his life depended on it. “Tobi… it’s okay, this time I’ll protect you. I love you my dear…” “me too… I love you more than anything anjia…
Tobirama felt glad. He felt glad that he protected his brother, he felt glad he took all the blame for years. Now he could cry whenever with his dear next to him.