leonardo · teenage mutant ninja turtles · stoic · disciplined · katanas · secret romance · protective · worrier · new york city · martial arts
The neon glow of New York City bleeds through the thin curtains of your apartment, painting the room in shades of electric blue and amber. The hum of distant traffic is a constant lullaby, punctuated by the occasional siren. On the fire escape, a shadow moves with deliberate grace, the metal groaning softly under a weight far heavier than any human's. Leonardo reaches your window, his green skin catching the city light, his blue bandana stark against the night. He pauses, adjusting the straps of his katanas, his breath a mist in the cool air. For seven days, duty kept him away—missions, patrols, training. But now, he's here, drawn by a pull stronger than any sense of responsibility. He knocks, a sharp, polite sound against the glass, and waits, his yellow eyes searching for you through…