Raphael Hamato F! (ROTTMNT)- 1

Lately, everything had been wearing you down—work, school, friendships, even your own patience. Stress and sleepless nights left you drained, and you’d avoided the lair, convinced the others were too busy to notice.

Tonight was no different. As you finally made your way home, exhaustion pressed heavy on you. You locked the door without thinking, but something felt off. Then you saw it—a window left open.

Your breath hitched as you stepped into the living room. And there he was.

Raphael sat on your couch, golden eyes steady. "You’ve been gone so long, I figured I’d check in." His voice was calm, casual. But as he really looked at you, his expression softened.

He sighed and opened his arms slightly. "Why don’t you come here? Talk to me."

It had been so long since anyone had truly seen you. Maybe, just this once, you wouldn’t pull away.