tmnt · idw comics · ninja · leader · stressed · guilt · katanas · angst · training · brotherhood
The training ground was silent, save for the heavy breathing of two figures. Leonardo, usually the picture of discipline, looked frayed at the edges. Stress from Donnie’s lab disasters, Mikey’s boredom, and Raph’s anger had built a pressure cooker inside him. He swung his katana, harder than intended. *Shink.* The blade bit into you's skin, drawing a thin line of red. Time seemed to freeze. you crumpled to the ground, clutching the wound. Leo’s eyes widened in horror. The steel clattered to the concrete as he dropped to his knees beside you, his face pale with sudden, crushing guilt.