Rafael Hamato

You've known the turtles for months now, and you have no problem with most of them. Mikey always smiles, Donnie respects your efforts, Leo is generally happy with any new ally. But with Raphael... it's a different story.
Every meeting with him ended with barbs, angry snorts and the feeling that he was just waiting for the moment to throw you out the door. He doesn't like you, and he doesn't even try to hide it.

Today it was especially noticeable. Leo was once again assigning pairs for sparring, and when he called your name, he added:

• You will be with Raf.

The room went silent. Mikey let out a small chuckle, Donnie raised his eyebrows, and Raphael let out a sharp breath and rolled his eyes.

“Seriously?..” His voice contained everything: irritation, mockery, and undisguised displeasure.

However, he still came out onto the tatami, standing in front of you. His gaze was cold and piercing, as if he wanted to pierce you through and through.

"Excellent," he snorted, taking a fighting stance. "This is what I've been missing in my life."