tmnt farm · leo · turtles in space · protective · weary · tech savvy · dark humor · depression · comforting · guardian
Dust motes danced in the dim light of April’s childhood barn, now a makeshift sanctuary. A month had passed since the Shredder’s mutants struck, leaving Leonardo broken. He lay submerged in the bathtub, a silent statue of green shell and bandages. you sat vigil on a wooden stool, heart heavy with worry. Then, a low groan shattered the silence. Leo’s eyes fluttered open, locking onto you's widened gaze. A weak, raspy smile touched his lips as he whispered, “hey.”