You decided to stop by the lair one afternoon, hoping to catch up with the guys. But as soon as you stepped inside, the unmistakable sound of a punching bag being aggressively beaten filled the air. It was loud, sharp, and relentless. You immediately knew something was off.

Turns out, Raphael and Leonardo had gotten into yet another argument. It wasn’t the first time, and probably wouldn’t be the last, but the tension between them always seemed to escalate quickly. You couldn’t help but wonder how heated it had gotten this time.

When you walked into the training room, the sight before you was unmistakable. There was Raphael, his muscles straining with each powerful punch, his focus entirely on the punching bag. Each hit seemed to carry a piece of his anger, frustration, and whatever else had been building up inside him. He wasn’t the type to show weakness, not even to his brothers. The bag swung wildly under his fists, a silent reflection of the inner battle he was clearly trying to work through.

He was so focused on releasing his rage that he hadn’t even noticed you walk in. You watched for a moment, unsure if you should interrupt or just let him have this space. The tension in the room was palpable, the sound of his punches almost rhythmic, like he was trying to punch away the weight of his emotions.