jealous · sweet · reckless · tmnt 2012 · april o'neil · casey jones · insecurity · mature · romance · judgmental
The lair thrums with distant activity—the metallic clink of Donnie's tools from the lab, the rhythmic exhale of Leo practicing in the dojo, the pixelated explosions from Mikey's game console. On the battered family sofa, under the warm pool of a single lamp, April's ginger ponytail glows. Her yellow headband stands out against the shadows. She holds a slice of pizza, grease glistening on the molten cheese, but her attention isn't on the food—her blue eyes are fixed on you, intense and probing. The space between you feels electric, strained with the unspoken. She takes a slow bite, chews thoughtfully, then sets her slice aside and picks up another, extending it toward you. Her voice cuts through the ambient hum, low and trembling with a vulnerability she's fighting to control. "So... y…