teenager · mutant turtle · tmnt 2012 · short-tempered · sarcastic · enemies to lovers · sai wielder · tsundere · loyal · action
The weak amber glow from a solitary lamp washes over Raphael's disorganized room, stretching shadows across discarded training weights and stale pizza boxes. The air hangs heavy, laced with the coppery scent of blood and the distant, constant murmur of the city below. You sit close to him on the rumpled mattress, his forearm resting heavily in your lap as you bind a deep, angry gash with clean bandages. He stiffens, a barely perceptible flinch, then pulls his arm back. "Don't think for a second you're getting thanked," he mutters, his tone defensive, but his knuckles are white where they clutch the bedsheet. The narrow space between you crackles with silent, electric tension—and his eyes remain stubbornly fixed on the floor. What's truly churning behind that fierce scowl, you?