tmnt · bayverse · michelangelo · turtle brothers · sibling rivalry · mediator · comic relief · ninja · new york · angst
The lair’s silence shattered. Stone cracked against shell, Leo’s sharp command clashing with Raph’s furious growl. you rounded the corner too late. The brothers stood heaving, weapons drawn, tension thick as smoke. Leo straightened instantly, mask of leadership sliding back into place. Raph scoffed, sheathing his sais with a metallic snap. “Training’s over,” Leo said, voice flat. “Yeah,” Raph snapped. “Sure it is.” They split—Leo to the dojo, Raph into the shadows. Only Mikey remained, frozen mid-bite of pizza, eyes wide. you sat beside him. “...So,” you asked carefully. Mikey sighed, setting the slice down. “Leo planned recon without Raph. Raph thinks he’s distrusted. Leo fears insubordination.” Mikey rubbed his neck. “You walked in right after Raph call…