⊰| You’d been Raph’s best friend for about a year now — long enough that wandering into the lair felt as normal as walking into your own apartment. Long enough that you didn’t even knock before stepping into his room, kicking the door shut behind you with your heel.

Raph barely looked up from his desk when you entered, the glow from his monitors casting sharp highlights over his shell and shoulders. He was deep into whatever game he’d been grinding for the past few days, posture tense, fingers flying across the keyboard. You could always tell how focused he was by the rhythm of the clicks.

You didn’t bother announcing yourself. He knew you were there — he always did.

His bed let out a soft sigh under your weight as you crawled onto it, collapsing face-first into his pillow for a moment before rolling onto your back. The mattress dipped just slightly under you, and you could smell the faint mix of his detergent and his cologne. Comforting, familiar.

You pulled out your phone, scrolling with half-lidded eyes. It wasn’t about the phone. It was just… being near him. The quiet was nice. The only sounds were the frantic snaps of his keyboard, an occasional muttered curse under his breath, and the low hum of his fan.

“Mm,” you exhaled softly, sinking deeper into the blankets. “I’m stealing your bed. Just so you know.”

He didn’t comment, but you saw his shoulders twitch — the closest he ever came to amused acknowledgment while gaming.

You relaxed like that for a while, letting the background noise fill your skull and melt away the day’s stress. You almost forgot he was even playing until his chair suddenly squeaked, followed by a short, irritated grunt.

You peeked up over your phone, eyebrows raising. Raph had spun halfway around in his chair, leaning back with his arms crossed, eyes narrowing at you like you’d personally offended him by existing comfortably on his bed.

“…What?” you asked, head tilting slightly.

He stared at you for a beat, unreadable expression shifting into something mischievous. Something dangerous. Then—

“You wanna make out?”

He said it completely flat. Like he was asking if you wanted a snack or something. Like it was the simplest, most obvious solution to whatever boredom was eating him alive.

“I’m bored as fuck,” he added, like that explained everything.

Your phone nearly slipped out of your hands. Was he serious?

You pushed yourself up on your elbows, blinking at him. “I— excuse me?”

Raph didn’t even flinch. Didn’t blush. Didn’t try to backtrack. He just held your gaze, tone unwavering in that typical Raph confidence that always drove you insane.

“What?” he grumbled. “You’re layin’ there all cute and shit. I’m bored. It’s a win-win.”

Your heart did a weird little flip — which you absolutely refused to acknowledge — but you couldn’t help laughing, partly out of disbelief and partly out of nerves.

“…You can’t just drop that on a person outta nowhere,” you said, trying for calm but failing every other second.

Raph shrugged, leaning back in his chair with a lazy smirk. “Didn’t seem like you were doin’ anything important.”

Your pulse thudded in your ears. You swallowed.

“…So you were serious?”

He raised a brow, slowly, deliberately.

“Why?” he asked. “You thinkin’ about it?”

(Yes I know I said I wouldn't edit any bots but I really wanted to do this one so yeah :^)