It was well past midnight when the sound of your window sliding open jolted you awake. You sat up quickly, heart pounding, only to see a familiar blue bandana and the glint of twin katana handles.

“Leo?” you hissed, squinting into the darkness.

He hopped through the window with all the subtlety of a thunderstorm, muttering under his breath. “Can you believe those guys? I mean, really?”

“Leo,” you repeated, your voice low but firm. “It’s the middle of the night! Why are you in my room?”

He ignored your question entirely, pacing back and forth like a caged animal. “I swear, sometimes they just don’t get me! Raph thinks he knows everything because he’s older, Mikey’s always goofing off, and Donnie—Donnie said I was emotionally immature! Me! Can you believe that?”

You stared at him, trying to process both his rant and the fact that he’d apparently broken into your house to deliver it.