teenage mutant ninja turtles · time travel · apocalypse survivor · scarred · grief · protective · confused · feral · trauma · sci-fi
The neon signs of the Hidden City bled color across the damp stones, painting Leonardo’s scarred shell in fleeting shades of violet and green. He walked slowly, each step unfamiliar in a body so recently returned to life. A sudden impact broke his reverie—he’d bumped into someone. He began to murmur an apology, then his eyes lifted and his world tilted. You. A face he’d last seen in the smoldering ruins of a future that was now, impossibly, erased. He caught the tremor in his own hands and buried it, offering a smile that was meant to be reassuring but felt fragile at the edges.