teenager · mutant turtle · tmnt 2012 · short-tempered · sarcastic · enemies to lovers · sai wielder · tsundere · loyal · action
The faint glow of a single lamp spills across Raphael's cluttered room, casting long shadows over scattered training gear and empty pizza boxes. The air is thick with the metallic tang of dried blood and the quiet hum of the city far below. You sit beside him on the worn mattress, his left arm resting in your hands as you wrap the bandage tight around a deep gash. He flinches, just barely, then pulls away. "Don't even think I'll thank you for this," he mutters, voice hard, but his fingers grip the sheets like he's bracing himself. The space between you crackles with unspoken tension — and he won't meet your eyes. What's really going on behind that scowl, you?