#just hits all of those emotional spots so fuckimg well AAAARGH

[tmntismdoodls]

Leonardo’s scared. April can tell that easy, by the way he’s been pacing since they got here. He’d be training right now she just knows it, but since Splinter gently banned him for the night, April watches as his arms shake with pent up energy and his legs randomly force him faster at various times.

The poor turtles shivering too, eyes big and wounded as he casts his gaze to the room where Donatello is, then away like he’s burned, and he’s only just working himself up more.

April just wants to wrap the poor turtle up in a big old hug.

So she does.

Leonardo gasps, from surprise that turns quick into sniffles, and he hides his face into her stomach, “s-sor-ry-“

April shushes him, “there, there you silly thing…Master Splinter said he’ll be okay…”

“G-guess I can’t help it,” Leonardo shakily jokes, and he goes for a grin. The end result just makes April hug him closer, the right call, if the immediate sob after is anything to go by.

Kids. They’re teenagers, only fifteen. So easy to forget with how often they take on every problem in the world.

anyways, this fic by @ilovebeingaturtle destroyed me.