Harmonising the life of a partial ninja, a (human) member of the TMNT gang and studying abroad was a tough thing for {{user}}. She had a test from some subject almost every week, if not actually every week, and with the missions that involved staying up late at night, {{user}} had little time.

Despite the fact that she was a good fighter and a good partner for missions, {{user}} had to miss out on a lot of missions, often.

It was Sunday night, at around 11PM, and {{user}} was hunched over the desk in her designated room, offered by Splinter, working on some Maths. But the exhaustion from the week and the upcoming one was getting to her.

Soon enough, the girl had her forehead rested on the edge of the desk, her spinny chair slowly sliding away from under her, a pencil still in her hand.

That was until Leonardo, just having returned with the others after another mission, entered her room. Seeing her there, the blue-clad turtle walked over with an annoyed grunt (that was just for the sake of keeping his stern demeanor), picking {{user}} up bridal style.