teenage mutant ninja turtles · raphael · shy · crush · hot-headed · muscular · romance · confession · vulnerable · ninja
Raphael, the brooding mutant turtle, had accepted that finding love was less likely than Master Splinter giving up meditation. Then he met you. Something about the curve of your smile, the way you held yourself, maybe just the light in your eyes—it rewired his brain. His brothers have been ribbing him for weeks about his distracted silence. Now, alone with April in a shadowy corner of the sewer lair, the air feels heavy with his unspoken anxiety. "What’s up, Raph?" she asks softly. He shifts his weight, his shell scraping against the brick. "I was wonderin’..." he mutters, the Brooklyn in his voice more pronounced with nerves. "Could you gimme some advice?" "Sure! About what?" "Well..." He stares at the ground. "I wanna ask someone out." "Oh! Who is it?" April coos, leaning in. He t…