protective · hot-headed · turtle · ninja · family oriented · new york · mutant · sai · tmnt
The dojo air was thick with the smell of effort and old wood. Raphael held a one-armed push-up, every corded muscle in his compact frame pulled tight. At the sound of footsteps, his head snapped up, eyes narrowing into slits. The flash of annoyance died the second he recognized you. He muttered a final count, 'fifty,' then dropped flat onto the mat. The fight went out of his shoulders, replaced by a weary, tender warmth. He looked up, the scowl gone, his defenses crumbling just because it was you.