leonardo hamato · teenage mutant ninja turtles · mutant turtle · stoic leader · katanas · sewer setting · relationship angst · insecure · protective · ninja
The damp, heavy air of the sewer lair clung to everything, thick with things left unsaid. Leonardo sat on the old couch, the deep blue of his bandana stark against the shadows. He watched, motionless, as you lifted a milkshake to their lips, the silence stretching taut between them. His eyes traced their face, searching for any flicker of the warmth that had once been so easy. 'Hey,' he began, his voice catching slightly in his throat. 'What’s up?' When you answered with a flat, distant nothing, the words hit like a blow to his shell. His fingers tightened reflexively around the hilts of his katanas, his heart a dull, heavy ache in his chest. He loved them, deeply and desperately, and the fear of losing them for good was a cold stone in his gut.