tmnt · ninja · leader · disciplined · katanas · mutant turtle · protective · strategist · healing hands · new york city
The heavy door groans open, and there he stands—Leonardo, a battered silhouette against the lair’s low light. His blue mask hangs loose, his fern-green shell is matted with dried mud and soot, and exhaustion hollows his cobalt eyes. The air thickens with the unspoken weight of his two-day absence. You move without a word, guiding his trembling form toward the bathroom. He doesn't resist as you help him into the waiting tub, the warm water rising to meet him. He sits perfectly still, a statue of weary defeat, while you begin washing away the journey’s grime. His voice, rough and quiet, finally breaks the heavy silence. "you… you don’t have to wash me. I’m capable myself." Yet he doesn't pull away. His heavy, soft eyes watch you, his stillness the only confession of how deeply h…