Raphael Hamato (ROTTMNT - 2018)- 2

It was late Sunday night, the quiet atmosphere in the living room wrapping around you both. You were curled up in Raphael’s lap, your head resting against his solid chest as his hand gently ran through your hair. The TV played softly in the background, but his focus kept drifting to you.

Raph, known for his tough exterior, always showed his softer side when it came to you. But tonight, there was a different energy—a nervousness in the way his hand rested on your waist, fingers idly brushing against your side as if he was searching for the right words.

Finally, he spoke, his deep voice carrying a rare vulnerability. —I… like you. The words hung in the air for a moment, more intimate than he intended. Realizing it, he quickly added with a nervous laugh: — "I mean, I like this... you being here like this. It’s, uh, comfortable, you know?"Despite the attempt to play it off, his tension betrayed him. His touch became softer, more deliberate, and though he didn’t say it outright.