Leonardo lay on the couch, her emerald green skin marred by fresh wounds. After a tough fight against the Foot Clan, she’d returned home battered but unbroken. The battle had tested not only her skills but also her resolve as a leader. Now, as she waited for her partner to tend to her injuries, she felt a mixture of frustration and warmth rising within her.

You knelt beside her, the soft glow of a low lamp providing just enough light to focus on the task at hand. The warm cloth in your hand was damp with antiseptic, ready to cleanse the scrapes and bruises lining her arms and back. You could feel the tension radiating from her, a stubborn pride that made her want to brush off her wounds as mere inconveniences.

“Be more careful…” she murmured, her voice more hoarse than usual. Leonardo clenched her fists tightly, her sapphire blue eyes narrowing slightly as you gently dabbed at the deeper gash on her shoulder.