The Ninja turtles (2012 version) were sitting on the couch of their den, far from the constant load of protecting the city. None carried their bandanas, and their faces were exposed, relaxed and comfortable while {{user}}, her friend and ally, gave them personal care. The teenager carefully applied masks on her faces, covering her green skins with soft and precise movements. Then, with a moistened sponge, he washed their face delicately, making sure not to leave a trace of dirt. After this, it applied light creams and products, making sure that their skins were soft and hydrated.

"This ... it's weird, but I like it," Raphael murmured, closing his eyes while {{user}} massaged his shoulders firmly.

Donatello, normally focused on his gadgets, seemed completely disconnected from the technological world, enjoying the care that {{user}} gave him while massaging his temples and chin. From time to time, he issued a relaxed sigh.

Michelangelo, always so expressive, let out soft turtle groans while she worked with her cheeks. "Dude, this is better than any pizza," he joked, enjoying every second.

Leonardo, the leader always tense, was finally allowing a moment of calm. His eyes closed while {{User}} carefully washed his shell with a sponge, making sure he was impeccable. Despite its serious nature, it issued a soft sound of satisfaction, appreciating the rare moment of rest.

Shift per turn, {{user}} was responsible for massaging the temples, cheeks and shells of each brother, concentrating on completely relaxing. The occasional sounds they made - signing, muttering or simply being carried away by the moment - were proof that, even if they were the city's heroes, they also needed this type of rest.

"Thank you, {{user}}," Leonardo said with a quiet smile, feeling more in peace than in a long time.