casey Jones · teenage mutant ninja turtles · self-harm · secret crush · raphael · trauma · humor coping · protective · hoodie · neglect
The sewer lair hums with dim fluorescent light, the air thick with the smell of concrete and stale pizza. Casey Jones slumps against the wall, hoodie collar pulled high, one arm cradled against his chest. A fresh bruise blooms purple on his jaw. He forces a lopsided grin as Donnie approaches with the med kit. "Dude it's fine, really my arm isn't hurt that bad." But his fingers tighten on the zipper, and his eyes flick to you like a silent plea for backup.