Raph can Sheer Willpower and Brute Force his way through a lot. I mean, a lot. This guy is not easy to keep down.
Donnie is interesting. He seems to annoy Leo by getting distracted during fights, but at the same time he doesn't actually seem that distracted. He's just multitasking. He cannot be rattled.
Also, both of them have shown incredible durability and stamina by continuing on in the ways they do while being seriously injured--and not the kind of injury that the narrative forgets about for convenience, either. These two turtles specifically have off the charts pain tolerance and determination
Okay weaknesses:
Raph will get overwhelmed from too much going on at once
Donnie will sometimes let his guard down while he shouldn't
So how will this play out? Really excellent version of a Raph vs Don fight, honestly; will our champion be the easy-going, observant, sometimes distractible but ridiculously effortlessly talented ninja genius, or the eager-for-action, quick on his feet, somewhat reactive but highly determined powerhouse brawler?
Your room was quiet in the way only late nights could be. Not peaceful quiet. Just heavy quiet. The kind where every tiny sound felt illegal.
Your bedside clock glowed 2:13 AM in dim blue numbers while rain tapped softly against the outside of your window. Your parents had gone to sleep hours ago, and the whole house had that tense stillness where even walking to the bathroom felt like a military operation.
You were half asleep already, tangled in your blanket with your phone slipping from your hand, when—
tap tap tap
You froze. Your eyes snapped toward the window. Silence. Then again.
TAP TAP TAP
Your stomach dropped immediately. Not because you thought it was a murderer. Because you already knew exactly who it was. You stumbled out of bed in a panic, nearly tripping over your charger before rushing to the curtains and pulling them open just enough to peek outside.
A shadow crouched awkwardly on the fire escape. Red bandana. Broad shoulders. Huge grin.
“Yo” Raph whispered through the glass, waving once.
You mouthed, horrified, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?”
He shrugged like showing up outside someone’s second-floor bedroom at two in the morning was completely normal behavior. You unlocked the window as quietly as possible and shoved it upward. The cold air hit your face instantly.
“Are you insane?” you hissed. “My parents are literally downstairs.”
“Yeah, I know. That’s why I knocked soft.”
“Raph, you’re a giant turtle.”
“Technically I ain’t fully grown yet.”
“That is not the important part of that sentence.”
He leaned against the side of the window casually while you looked ready to pass out from stress alone. Up close, he looked different than he did during the day. Less loud. No brothers around. No chaos. No fighting. No showing off. Just… tired.
“You okay?” you asked quietly.
Raph scratched the back of his neck. “Couldn’t sleep.”
“…So you came here?”
“Yeah.”
He said it so simply that your chest weirdly tightened for a second. Like there had never been another option in his mind.
You crossed your arms against the cold air. “Raph, if my mom wakes up and sees you hanging outside my window, she’s actually gonna faint.”
“She ain’t gonna wake up.”
“You don’t know that.”
“She seems like a deep sleeper.”
“You met her once.”
“And I observed.”
You stared at him. He stared back proudly. Honestly, you had no idea how someone so physically intimidating could say things this dumb with complete confidence.
A floorboard creaked somewhere deeper in the house. Both of you froze instantly. Raph ducked downward so fast you almost laughed despite the panic. You turned toward your bedroom door, listening carefully. Nothing. After a few painful seconds, you exhaled.
Raph slowly reappeared outside the window. “…Okay,” he whispered. “Maybe you got a point.”
“Oh, NOW I got a point?”
“You always got points. You got too many points sometimes.”
You rolled your eyes, trying not to smile. The rain had mostly stopped now, leaving the city damp and glowing under scattered streetlights. Somewhere far below, a car passed through wet roads with that soft shhhhh sound tires made after storms.
Raph rested his arms against the windowsill. “I just didn’t wanna stay home.”
That got your attention again. Not because he sounded sad exactly. Raph rarely sounded sad. But there was something restless about him tonight. Like his body was too full of energy and thoughts and frustration to sit still with it.
“Did something happen?” you asked.
“Nah.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah.” He paused. “Just one of those nights.”
You nodded slowly. You understood that feeling more than you liked to admit. For a moment, neither of you spoke.
Then Raph suddenly straightened. “Aight. Come on.”
You blinked. “What?”
“Let’s go somewhere.”
“At two in the morning?”
“Yeah.”
“I literally just said my parents can’t find out.”
“So we leave.”
You stared at him like he’d lost his mind. “And go where exactly?”
Raph pointed upward. “The rooftop.”
You looked up instinctively. Then back at him. “…The roof.”
“Yeah.”
“Of my building.”
“Yeah.”
“Raph, that is actually insane.”
His grin returned immediately, sharp and confident and very him. “Nah,” he said. “It’s gonna be fun.”
“You are genuinely the worst influence I’ve ever had,” you whispered while pulling on a hoodie over your pajamas.
Raph looked offended from outside the window. “That’s not true.”
“It is literally true.”
“You know people who vape.”
“That is somehow not helping your case.”
He snorted quietly while you shoved your feet into sneakers as fast as possible. Your heart was pounding so hard you were convinced it alone would wake your parents. Every tiny sound felt amplified. The zipper of your hoodie. The squeak of your floorboards.
Raph accidentally elbowing the fire escape railing and immediately muttering, “My bad,” under his breath.
You climbed carefully out the window after him, trying not to look down at the dark alley below. The metal of the fire escape was cold and slightly wet beneath your shoes from the earlier rain.
The city felt different at night. Softer. The usual noise had faded into distant traffic and humming streetlights.
Raph climbed upward first, obviously comfortable balancing himself on narrow rails like some giant green idiot raccoon. Meanwhile, you were moving like your life insurance had just been canceled.
“You’re taking forever,” he whispered from above.
“You have mutant turtle balance. I have normal person death balance.”
“You ain’t gonna die.”
“That’s easy for you to say!”
Raph glanced down at you with barely concealed amusement. “You trust me?”
You frowned immediately. “That sounded suspicious.”
“I’m serious.”
You hesitated. “…Yeah.”
“Then keep climbing.”
Easy for him to say. You followed him up another level until you finally reached the very top platform beneath the roof access ladder. The ladder itself extended upward toward the building rooftop, disappearing over the edge.
Your stomach immediately twisted. “Oh absolutely not.”
Raph blinked. “What?”
“That.”
He looked upward. “It’s just a ladder.”
“It’s a ladder attached to the side of doom.”
“You’re dramatic.”
“And alive.”
Raph climbed onto the top platform and crouched near the ladder, resting one arm across his knee casually. “You really scared?”
You crossed your arms tightly. “I don’t like heights.”
His teasing expression faded a little at that. Not completely. But enough.
“Aight,” he said more quietly. “I got you.”
Before you could answer, he climbed the ladder effortlessly. Of course he did. Giant mutant turtle strength probably made this feel like stepping onto a sidewalk curb. He pulled himself onto the rooftop, then leaned over the edge to look down at you.
“C’mon.”
You stared up at him. “No.”
Raph sighed dramatically. “You’re impossible.”
“And yet you showed up at my window willingly.”
“…Fair.”
You approached the ladder slowly, gripping the side rails with nervous hands. The metal was freezing against your palms. You climbed two steps. Then stopped.
Raph noticed immediately. “You okay?”
“Nope.”
“You ain’t even high up yet.”
“That’s not encouraging.”
He disappeared from view for a second before kneeling near the roof edge again, this time lowering one arm toward you. Your breath caught slightly. His hand was a bit bigger than yours. Strong too. Not in a scary way. Just… steady.
“Here,” he said.
You looked between him and the drop below. “I swear if you let me fall—”
“I won’t.”
The answer came instantly. No teasing. No sarcasm. Just certainty. That somehow made your chest feel weird.
You reached upward carefully until your hand slipped into his. Warm. Way warmer than it should’ve been in the cold night air.
Raph’s fingers closed around yours firmly, easily supporting your weight while you climbed the rest of the ladder. You could feel how effortlessly he held you there, like you weighed absolutely nothing to him. Still, he stayed focused the entire time.
“Careful,” he murmured. “Left foot higher.”
You obeyed automatically. The rooftop edge came closer. Your shoe slipped slightly on one rung and you made a startled noise. Instantly, Raph tightened his grip and grabbed your wrist with his other hand too.
“I got you,” he repeated quickly.
Your heart nearly exploded. Not from almost falling. From how close he suddenly was. His face hovered just above yours now, red mask tails fluttering slightly in the wind. Even in the dark, you could see the sharp concern in his expression.
Actually concerned. Not joking anymore.
You swallowed hard. “I hate this,” you whispered.
“You’re doing good.”
“…You sound surprised.”
“I’m motivating you.”
“You’re terrible at it.”
“Yeah, probably.”
Despite yourself, you laughed nervously. Raph grinned immediately after hearing it, clearly relieved you weren’t panicking anymore. With one final pull from him, you managed to climb onto the rooftop beside him.
The second your feet hit solid ground, you grabbed the front of his plastron instinctively.
Raph blinked down at you. “You alive?”
“Barely.”
He laughed softly under his breath. Not the loud cackling laugh he usually did around his brothers. Something smaller. Closer. You realized your hands were still clutching his plastron. And that he hadn’t moved away at all.
Your grip tightened against his plastron for another second before you finally realized what you were doing. Warm. Solid. Very, very close.
Raph looked down at your hands but didn’t say anything about it. For once, he didn’t tease you immediately. He just stayed there, steadying you naturally while the cold night wind swept across the rooftop.
“You good?” he asked quietly.
You inhaled shakily. “I think my soul left my body halfway up that ladder.”
“That means yes?”
“That means I survived.”
“Close enough.”
There was that small grin again. Not the cocky one he used around his brothers when he was trying to act tough. This one felt softer somehow. Sleepy around the edges.
You slowly loosened your grip on him, though your hands lingered against the smooth surface of his plastron for a second longer than necessary before finally pulling away.
Raph noticed. Of course he noticed. But surprisingly, he didn’t comment on it.
Instead, he stayed close while you carefully stepped farther onto the rooftop. The concrete was still slightly damp from the rain earlier, reflecting little streaks of city light beneath your shoes.
The view was honestly beautiful.
From up here, the city looked endless. Streetlights stretched into the distance like glowing rivers, windows flickered softly in apartment buildings nearby, and somewhere far away you could hear faint music echoing through the night air.
You wrapped your arms around yourself against the cold breeze.
Raph watched you for a second before speaking again. “You still scared?”
“A little.”
“That’s normal.”
You looked at him suspiciously. “You’re being weirdly nice tonight.”
“I can stop.”
“No, don’t.” The answer came out too fast.
Raph blinked. Then his mouth twitched upward slightly. “Aight.”
For a moment, neither of you spoke. Then suddenly, without warning, Raph lowered himself backward onto the rooftop with a soft thud, folding his arms behind his head casually.
The movement startled you. “You’re just… laying there?”
“Yeah.”
“On concrete?”
“I’m a turtle. I literally got built-in armor.”
“…Okay, fair point.”
He glanced sideways at you. “You gonna stand there all night?”
You hesitated before carefully lowering yourself beside him. The rooftop was colder than expected beneath your hoodie, but after a second, it wasn’t bad. Just strange. Strange in a good way.
You stared upward. The clouds had mostly cleared now, leaving patches of dark sky open above the city. There weren’t many stars because of all the light pollution, but a few still managed to shine faintly overhead.
For a while, the only sounds were distant traffic and the occasional gust of wind.
Then Raph spoke again. “Way better than staying inside.”
You turned your head slightly toward him. His eyes stayed fixed on the sky. Without all the usual movement and noise, he looked different tonight.
You noticed little things now. The tiny scar near his shoulder. The way his fingers tapped absently against his arm when he was thinking. The fact he kept glancing toward you every few seconds just to make sure you were okay without outright asking again.
“You really couldn’t sleep?” you asked softly.
Raph exhaled through his nose. “Nah.”
“Why?”
He shrugged one shoulder. “Don’t know. Brain wouldn’t shut up.”
“That happens to me too.”
“Yeah?”
You nodded. Silence settled again, though it felt comfortable now instead of awkward. Then another gust of wind swept across the rooftop, colder this time. You shivered slightly before you could stop yourself.
Immediately, Raph noticed. “You cold?”
“No.”
“You literally shivered.”
“I’m surviving.”
“That ain’t an answer.”
You rolled your eyes a little, but before you could argue more, Raph shifted closer across the rooftop. Not dramatically. Just enough that your shoulders almost touched.
Your heartbeat immediately betrayed you. “You’re subtle,” you muttered.
“I know.” The worst part was that he sounded genuinely proud of himself.
You huffed out a laugh despite yourself. Raph smiled faintly at hearing it again, then settled back against the rooftop beside you.
The city had gotten quieter. Not completely silent — New York never really was — but softer now. The streets below had thinned out, windows in nearby buildings were going dark one by one, and the wind carried that cold, late-night calm that only happened right before morning.
You and Raph were still laying side by side on the rooftop. Close enough that your arms brushed occasionally whenever one of you shifted. Neither of you moved away from it anymore.
You turned your head slightly toward him. “Can I ask you something?”
Raph glanced over immediately. “Depends.”
“On what?”
“If it’s weird.”
You smiled faintly. “Do you ever think about leaving New York?”
That caught him off guard a little. You could tell by the way his expression changed — not dramatic, just thoughtful. His eyes drifted back upward toward the sky again while one of his hands rested against his plastron.
“Huh,” he muttered. “That’s… kinda deep for two in the morning.”
“Sorry.”
“Nah, it’s fine.”
For a few seconds, he stayed quiet. Actually thinking. Then he shrugged slightly.
“Once.”
You blinked. “Really?”
“Yeah.”
His voice sounded calmer now. More honest than usual. “We got into this huge argument one time. Me and my brothers.”
“About what?”
Raph snorted softly. “Bro, with us it could’ve been literally anything.”
You laughed quietly.
“I was mad,” he continued. “Like… really mad. Thought they didn’t listen to me. Thought maybe I was sick of all of it.” His fingers tapped absently against his arm again. “So I packed stuff.”
Your eyebrows lifted slightly. “You actually packed?”
“Yeah.”
“What did you even pack?”
“Snacks.” you stared at him and Raph cracked a grin immediately. “And weapons,” he added. “Obviously.”
“Thank God. I was worried.”
He snickered under his breath before the smile slowly faded again into something quieter.
“I really was gonna leave though.”
The honesty in his voice made your chest tighten a little. You could suddenly picture it too clearly: Raph angry and stubborn and hurt, sitting somewhere alone underground with a backpack full of snacks, convincing himself he didn’t need anyone.
“But you didn’t,” you said softly.
“Nah.”
“Because of Splinter?”
“Yeah. Him too.” he paused again. “And my brothers.”
The words came out more quietly that time. Raph shifted one arm beneath his head while staring upward at the sky.
“They drive me insane sometimes,” he admitted. “Like actually insane. But…” He shrugged. “They’re still my family.”
You listened carefully while the wind moved gently through the rooftop around you.
“I dunno,” he continued. “Maybe one day we all do our own thing more. Probably happens when people get older, right? Different paths and all that.”
His voice carried this weird mix of maturity and uncertainty that fit him painfully well. Still a teenager. Still trying to figure things out.
“But right now?” he said. “I can’t really imagine not having them around.”
Your expression softened immediately. “That’s cute.”
Raph turned his head toward you so fast you almost laughed. “What?”
“That’s cute.”
“I did not say something cute.”
“You absolutely did.”
“No, I didn’t.”
“You talked about loving your family.”
“That ain’t cute. That’s normal.”
“You packed snacks before running away, Raph.”
“That was strategy.”
You laughed properly this time, and the sound echoed softly across the rooftop.
Raph groaned dramatically beside you. “You’re making me sound soft.”
“You are soft.”
“I literally throw people through walls.”
“And?”
“And that should cancel it out!”
“It doesn’t.”
Raph looked deeply offended by this information. You smiled at him for a second before your voice softened again.
“You say cute things all the time, you just don’t realize it.”
He opened his mouth immediately, probably ready to argue again, but stopped. Because you were looking at him differently now. Not teasing anymore. Just honest.
Raph’s expression shifted slightly. The usual confidence in his face weakened for a second under the weight of that look alone.
“…Whatever,” he muttered eventually, quieter this time.
But he didn’t actually argue back. The wind picked up again, colder now, and without really thinking about it, you moved a little closer beside him. This time, your shoulder fully rested against his arm. Raph went still for half a second. Then carefully — almost cautiously, which felt strange for someone like him — he shifted closer too. Not enough to make it obvious. Just enough that the warmth between you stayed there.
[ he hits you hard with the ball during P.E. class ]
The gym was loud in the way school gyms always were—sneakers squeaking, volleyballs smacking against palms, people yelling across the court like their lives depended on a PE grade. Raphael stood near the back line with his arms crossed, pretending he wasn’t paying attention to you.
Which was hard.
Because you were literally right there on the opposite side of the net, laughing at something one of your teammates said while pushing your hair away from your face. And every single time you smiled, Raph felt his brain short-circuit for half a second.
“Dude,” Mikey snorted from beside him, spinning the volleyball on one finger. “You’re staring again.”
“I’m not staring.”
“You’ve been staring since warm-ups.”
Raph shoved him lightly with one hand. “Shut up.”
Unfortunately for him, Donnie overheard too. “Ohhh,” he said immediately, adjusting his glasses with the most annoying grin imaginable. “This is a mating ritual thing, isn’t it?”
“It is NOT—”
“You wanna impress her,” Mikey sang.
“I said shut UP.”
Across the gym, Leo looked over from his team and winced. “Wow. He’s getting defensive. That means they’re right.”
Raph looked seconds away from committing homicide with a volleyball.
Coach clapped his hands loudly. “Alright! New round! First team to fifteen!”
Everyone shuffled into place. Raph rolled his shoulders back, suddenly very aware that you were watching the court now.
Okay. Okay, cool. This was easy. He just had to play normally. Maybe spike the ball once. Not too hard. Just enough to look cool. Athletic. Casual. Like he wasn’t thinking about it at all.
The serve came flying over the net. One of Raph’s teammates bumped it upward awkwardly. The ball arced high into the air, spinning slowly. Perfect setup.
Mikey immediately pointed at it. “Raph! Raph! Go!”
Raph sprinted forward. He jumped higher than literally anyone else in the gym could’ve managed, muscles tightening as he pulled his arm back. For one glorious second, he imagined this going incredibly well—you looking impressed, maybe smiling at him afterward, maybe saying something like wow Raph that was amazing—
Then he hit the ball. Way too hard.
The sound cracked through the gym like a gunshot. Everybody watched the volleyball rocket over the net at horrifying speed.
Straight toward you. Your eyes widened.
“OH MY GOD—” Leo yelled.
THWACK
The ball slammed directly into your face. The entire gym went silent. And Raph’s stomach dropped all the way to the floor.
For a full second after the ball hit you, nobody moved. The sound echoed through the gym while the volleyball bounced away across the polished floor. You stumbled backward from the impact, hands flying to your face instinctively. One of your shoes squeaked against the floor as you nearly lost balance. And the entire class collectively froze.
“Ohhhh, dude,” Mikey whispered in horror.
Raph felt his soul leave his body. The panic hit him all at once. He hadn’t meant to hit you. He hadn’t even been aiming near you. He just wanted to look cool for like two seconds, and instead he’d basically launched a missile directly into your face in front of the entire class.
“Oh my god,” Donnie muttered. “He killed her.”
“I DIDN’T KILL HER!”
“You absolutely vaporized her, bro,” Leo said, staring across the net with wide eyes.
Meanwhile, your friends rushed toward you immediately.
“Are you okay?!”
“That looked painful—”
“Girl, your nose—”
Raph couldn’t hear the rest. His stomach twisted harder with every second you kept your hands over your face. You weren’t moving much.
Oh no. Oh no no no.
He’d messed this up so badly. His brain was already spiraling into catastrophe mode. Great. Awesome. Perfect. Now you were gonna hate him forever. You probably thought he was some violent idiot who couldn’t control himself. Which—okay, fair enough—that wasn’t exactly inaccurate.
He took one hesitant step forward. “Uh…” Nothing. You still had your hands over your face. Raph immediately felt worse. “I—uh—I didn’t mean to—”
Coach was already hurrying over. “Everybody back up, give her space—”
Raph’s chest felt tight. This was horrible. Why had he tried to show off? Why couldn’t he just act normal for once? Then suddenly you snorted.
It was small at first. Almost like you were trying not to laugh. The people around you blinked in confusion. Raph blinked too.
Then your shoulders started shaking. And before anybody could process what was happening, you lowered your hands from your face with the biggest grin imaginable and burst out laughing.
Not fake laughing. Actual laughing. The gym stared at you like you’d lost your mind.
“That,” you wheezed, still laughing, “was the coolest ball throw I’ve ever seen in my LIFE.”
Silence. Complete silence. Even Coach looked confused.
Raph just stared at you. “…What?”
You pointed toward him dramatically. “That thing came at me like a cannonball!”
Mikey immediately lost it laughing. “SEE?!” he shouted at the others. “She gets it!”
“You almost died!” Donnie cried.
“It was AWESOME!”
One of your friends looked horrified. “You’re bleeding a little!”
You touched under your nose casually, looked at the tiny bit of blood on your finger, then shrugged. “Worth it.”
Raph genuinely didn’t know how to react. Because this whole time, he’d been preparing for the worst. For tears. For yelling. For you getting angry at him.
Instead, you were standing there laughing like this was the funniest thing that had happened all week. And worse—somehow worse—you were looking directly at him while doing it. Not annoyed. Not upset. Actually smiling at him.
Raph could physically feel his brain malfunctioning.
“Oh, he’s gone,” Leo muttered quietly from the sidelines.
“Absolutely cooked,” Donnie agreed.
Raph ignored them completely. “You’re… not mad?” he asked carefully.
You looked genuinely surprised by the question. “Mad? Raph, that ball crossed the court at MACH TEN.”
“That’s not a real speed,” Donnie said automatically.
“It SHOULD be.”
You laughed again, rubbing your cheek a little. The spot was definitely going to bruise later, but somehow you still looked more amused than hurt.
Then you grinned at Raph. “You play volleyball like you’re trying to defeat a supervillain.”
Mikey nearly collapsed onto the floor laughing. Raph wanted to disappear into another dimension. But at the same time…
You thought he was cool. Somehow. Against all odds.
Coach sighed deeply, rubbing his forehead. “Alright. Since apparently nobody’s traumatized, let’s take five.”
The class slowly started moving again, conversations immediately exploding around the gym. But Raph barely heard any of it. Because you were still smiling at him. And somehow that felt way more dangerous than the volleyball incident.
By the end of PE class, the story had already spread through basically the entire gym. Every few minutes someone would walk past Raph and say something like—
“Nice aim, dude.” Or— “Bro turned volleyball into a combat sport.”
Which normally wouldn’t have bothered him. Except now every reminder came with the image of the ball slamming directly into your face at terrifying speed.
So despite the fact that you’d laughed it off earlier, Raph still felt guilty. Really guilty.
The locker rooms had mostly emptied by now, students pouring into the hallways while complaining about homework and sweaty uniforms. The noise echoed through the school corridors in waves.
Raph leaned against the wall outside the gym doors, arms crossed tightly over his plastron. Waiting. Trying not to look like he was waiting. Which failed immediately when he noticed you walking out with your bag over your shoulder.
And yeah. Your cheek was definitely bruising now.
The moment Raph saw the faint purple coloring beginning to form across your cheekbone, his stomach twisted again.
“Oh, crud,” Raph muttered under his breath.
You noticed him standing there almost immediately. “There’s my attempted murderer,” you said casually.
Raph groaned, dragging one hand down his face. “Please stop calling me that.”
“But it’s funny.”
“It’s NOT funny.”
You smiled a little at that. And there it was again—that weird thing that kept happening whenever you looked at him. That warm, nervous pressure in his chest. Raph hated it. Mostly because he had absolutely no idea what to do with it.
He pushed himself off the wall awkwardly and rubbed the back of his neck. “Uh… listen. About earlier.”
You immediately waved one hand dismissively. “Raph, seriously, it’s fine.”
“No, but like—actually. I hit you really hard.”
“I noticed.”
“I’m serious.”
“So am I.”
You stopped walking for a second and looked up at him properly. Not annoyed. Not dramatic. Just calm.
“It was an accident,” you said simply. “And honestly? I’ve had worse.”
Raph blinked. “Worse than THAT?”
You pointed at your bruised cheek. “This? Please. One time my cousin accidentally hit me in the face with a metal baseball bat.”
“…WHAT?”
“It’s a long story.”
Raph stared at you like he was trying to determine whether you were secretly indestructible. Because most people at school would’ve absolutely lost it after getting nailed in the face like that. He’d seen classmates cry over way less. But you?
You’d laughed. Actually laughed.
And somehow that made him like you even more. Not because you got hurt. Obviously. But because you didn’t act fake about anything. You didn’t seem interested in being dramatic or trying to get attention from it. You just… handled things. Like it genuinely wasn’t a big deal. It threw him off in the best possible way.
You started walking again down the hallway, but Raph followed beside you almost immediately.
“You should still get it checked.”
You looked at him sideways. “Raph.”
“What if it’s like… fractured or something?”
“My cheek isn’t fractured.”
“You don’t know that.”
“You literally hit me with a volleyball, not a truck.”
“That volleyball was moving pretty fast.”
You laughed softly through your nose. Raph tried very hard not to stare at your smile but failed miserably.
A group of students passed by, whispering to each other after recognizing the two of you from the incident earlier. One kid mimed getting hit in the face dramatically. Raph immediately glared at him. The kid walked faster.
You snorted in amusement. “You know,” you said, “you look really scary when you do that.”
“Good.”
“But then you apologize like five seconds later, so it ruins the effect.”
Raph opened his mouth then closed it again. Because annoyingly enough, you were right.
He sighed heavily. “Can you just let me take you to the infirmary?”
You tilted your head slightly, pretending to think about it.
“Hm.”
“Please.”
“…You’re really not letting this go, huh?”
“Nope.”
Another small smile tugged at your lips.
“Alright then,” you said finally. “You can escort me to medical care since you’re the one who almost sent me there in the first place.”
Raph groaned again. “I said I was sorry!”
“I know,” you laughed.
The two of you started down the hallway together toward the infirmary, your footsteps echoing quietly against the school floors. And despite how nervous he felt walking beside you, despite the embarrassment, the guilt, the fact his brothers were absolutely going to make fun of him for this later—
Can I ask you to draw some magnet duo comfort/fluff for your senioritis AU?
Keep up, btw, you're doing amazing.
Some rough sketchy sketches:
1. It’s easier to sleep when Raph’s in the room.
2. Exchanging nightmares (they both dream about the window event very frequently).
3. Raph doesn’t like the way makeup feels on his skin. Unfortunately, he usually ends up with the most bruises.
Is this comforting enough? I’m not exactly known for creating fluffy stories full of whimsy and joy, that’s for damn sure. Those who have explored my ao3 works can attest.
