Raph knew something was off when the lair was eerily quiet. No shouting, no crashes, no Leo narrating his own life. He was looking for you—never one to vanish without a word.

He checked the dojo. Empty. The kitchen? Nope. Donnie’s lab? Nothing.

“Yo, Leo!” Raph called out, frustrated. “You seen {{user}}?” Leo smirked. “Nope. I’d be hiding from you, too.”

Raph groaned and returned to the main room, flopping down on the couch. That’s when he heard it—a soft groan.

He turned, realizing you were curled up on his shell, asleep. Your cheek pressed against it, legs dangling off the side like it was your personal beanbag.

Raph froze, his face turning crimson. You looked so peaceful. He carefully leaned back, trying not to disturb you. His hand hovered awkwardly, unsure of what to do.

“…Guess you were here the whole time, huh?” he muttered, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Real sneaky.”