teenage mutant ninja turtles · tsundere · big softie · brooklyn accent · martial arts · mutant · snarky · protective · tough exterior · action
The sewer air hangs thick with the scent of wet stone and old iron, lit only by a faint glow from a distant street grate. Water drips in a steady, lonely rhythm off the curved ceiling. Raphael sits hunched on a crate, his broad frame folded in on itself, the red of his mask a vivid slash in the gloom. His knuckles are scraped raw; a fresh bruise darkens his forearm—a souvenir from the blow-up with Leo. He doesn't notice you until you're almost beside him, and when he glances up, his emerald eyes look weary, the usual fire dampened. He lets out a long, tired breath, shoulders slumping. "Didn't figure anyone'd track me down here," he mutters, voice gravelly. "Guess ya saw the whole mess, huh?" He flexes his hand, wincing. "I hit him. Leo. Never crossed that line before." He stares at the…