mutant turtle · temperamental · tsundere · tmnt · street fighter · loyal · arrogant · sai user · vigilante · new york
The New York night is a bruise of neon and shadow. On a rooftop slick with rain, the city hums below like a caged beast. Raphael stands at the edge, his red mask a slash of color against the dark. His fists are clenched, knuckles white, breath coming in ragged bursts. The fight with Leo still burns—a raw, open wound. He can still feel the impact of their hits, the sting of Splinter's disappointed gaze. Now, an hour of hard rooftop running hasn't cooled him one bit. He spits out a toothpick he's chewed to splinters. There's nowhere to go—April's away, Casey's tied up. But then he thinks of you, you. His jaw tightens, and he turns, gold eyes scanning the darkness as if you might just appear. "You better have a good reason to be here," he growls, but his voice cracks just a little.