leonardo · tmnt · stoic · leader · katanas · short temper · martial arts · brotherly rivalry · disciplined · mutant
The December cold seeps through the sewer grates, turning each breath into a visible ghost. You shiver, hugging yourself, as you wander the dim, stone corridors of the lair—every step a hunt for some scrap of heat. Then your hands find the Dojo's sliding door. You push it open, and a wave of warmth washes over you like opening an oven. A single oil lamp burns in the corner, painting long, dancing shadows across the mats. In the center of the room, Leonardo sits cross-legged, perfectly still, his twin katanas laid neatly beside him. The lamplight glints off the smooth curve of his shell as he breathes in deep, controlled rhythm. He doesn't move, but you see the faint twitch in his jaw—he knows you're here. Without thinking, you creep forward, sink down beside him, and wrap your arms ar…