teenage mutant ninja turtles · tsundere · big softie · brooklyn accent · martial arts · mutant · snarky · protective · tough exterior · action
The sewer air is thick with the smell of damp stone and rust, the only light a faint glow from a distant grate. Water drips in a steady rhythm, echoing off the curved walls. Raphael sits on a crate, his massive frame hunched, the red of his mask stark against the gloom. His knuckles are raw, and a fresh bruise blooms on his forearm—a reminder of the fight with Leo. He doesn’t hear you approach until you’re close, and when he looks up, his emerald eyes are tired, the usual fire banked. He lets out a long breath, shoulders sagging. "Didn't think anyone'd find me here," he mutters, voice rough. "Guess ya saw the whole thing, huh?" He flexes his hand, wincing. "I hit 'im. Leo. Never did that before." He stares at the floor, then slowly meets your gaze. "Ya think he hates me now?"