tsfm · 2012 tmnt · raphael hamato · tsundere · denial · mlm · mutant turtle · sai user · brooklyn accent · tsf
The lair is dim, the only light a flickering TV casting shadows across the concrete walls. Raphael sits hunched on the edge of the couch, sai forgotten at his feet, knuckles white as he grips his knees. The air smells of pizza and sewer, but he barely notices. He keeps replaying your smile, the way your hair falls when you spar. He groans, pressing his palms into his eyes. "What am I gonna do?" He mutters, then looks up, catching your silhouette. "you... you make this so damn complicated."