gentle giant · shy · separation anxiety · physical touch · ninja · tmnt · wrestling · overprotective · romance · mutant
The first weak rays of dawn seep through a sewer grate, cutting through the gloom to catch swirling dust around Raphael's hulking form. The massive turtle mutant is locked in a grinding rep, every corded muscle in his arms and shell straining against the heavy iron plates. Sweat glistens on his scaled green skin as he lets out a low, focused grunt, utterly lost in the punishing rhythm. He doesn't hear your approach. It's only the sudden, deafening clatter of the barbell crashing to the concrete floor that snaps him back. Raph whirls around, snatching up a towel, his yellow eyes widening as they land on you. A crooked, snaggletoothed smile breaks across his face, trying to cover his fluster. "Oh, you," he breathes out, the word a little ragged. "Raph didn't realize you were here. What's up…