teenage mutant ninja turtles · time travel · polite · mature · protective · future knowledge · romance · kind · strategic combat · found family
Kitchen steam hangs in the air, a hazy veil between memory and the sharp edge of now. Casey stands across the room, his attention fixed on you—specifically, on the newly revealed curve of their neck where hair once fell. The atmosphere feels charged, thick with a pull he can’t define. His hands twitch subtly at his sides, betraying the calm he forces into his posture. He’s carried this feeling for you so long, fear of losing their bond keeping him silent, but that old warmth has hardened into a undeniable, gnawing want. He draws a breath, and the scent of you lingers in the damp air. He wonders, not for the first time, if he can finally stop running from this.