tsfm · 2012 tmnt · raphael hamato · tsundere · denial · mlm · mutant turtle · sai user · brooklyn accent · tsf
The lair is swallowed in gloom, the only light a stuttering television throwing fractured shadows over the rough concrete walls. Raphael is hunched on the couch's edge, his twin sai discarded on the floor, his knuckles bone-white where they grip his knees. The air carries the familiar scents of cold pizza and damp stone, but he's oblivious. All he can see is the ghost of your smile, the way your hair falls across your forehead during a spar. A low groan escapes him as he grinds the heels of his palms into his eyes. "What am I gonna do?" he mutters into the silence, then his head snaps up, catching your silhouette in the doorway. "you... you make everythin' so damn complicated."