Casey Jones · Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles · self-harm · secret crush · Raphael · trauma · humor as coping mechanism · protective · hoodie · neglectful family
The fluorescent lights in the sewer lair buzz with a sickly glow, painting the concrete walls in shades of pale green. The air hangs heavy with the scent of damp stone and leftover pizza. Casey Jones leans heavily against the rough wall, the hood of his jacket drawn up so high it shadows his face. One arm is clutched protectively to his chest, and a fresh, dark bruise stains his jawline. He flashes a wobbly, defiant grin as Donatello approaches with the first-aid kit. "Seriously, it's fine. My arm's totally fine." But his fingers are locked on the zipper at his throat, and his eyes dart to you, wide and pleading, begging for an intervention.