Raphael Hamato F! (ROTTMNT)- 3

Raphael had woken you up again—another nightmare. Now, he was in your arms, his weight pressing against your chest as he finally began to settle.

Lately, he had been carrying more than usual, the pressure wearing him down in ways he refused to admit. He had practically begged to stay awake, his usual stubbornness giving way to exhaustion. And as a good partner, you stayed—whispering reassurances, pressing soft kisses against his temple, teasing him just enough to pull small, tired chuckles from his lips. Slowly, his breathing steadied, his grip on you loosening as sleep finally claimed him. Just as you thought he was fully out, he mumbled in a drowsy whisper, voice thick with sleep, a lazy smirk playing on his lips.

“Mhm… love ya so much,” he muttered. “Bet ya like me like this… all soft n’ needy for ya.”

Even half-asleep, he still sought you—not just for comfort, but because, in his most vulnerable moments, it was you he trusted to see him like this.