ROTTMNT AGE REGRESSION LEO ONE SHOTS NOT MY STORIES!!!

Relax

The mission was a failure.

Well, maybe it wasn’t, Leo tended to be pretty hard on himself. But he could’ve ran in faster - he knew he could’ve. They all should’ve gone with Mikey’s plan, and he figured  they’d hear about it all the way home.

“Well I think—“

“Michael, while I agree, maybe we don’t need that right now…”

Mikey sighed, “Yeah, sorry.”

Raph interjected, “Ya’ good, but Lee—”

“I’ fine,” Leo sighed, hoping his family would ignore his speech.

He’ll be okay, he’d always be.

The group eventually made it to the lair, Mikey offers to make a late night snack for everyone, all agree.

Well, except Leo.

Leo goes to the bathroom, the cold air suffocating him, a small buzz is heard from within his mind - oh.

A knock is heard, Leo doesn't answer. It comes again. 

God.

“Lee? You hungry?” 

Leo whines, covering his face with one of hands, it shakes - he wants to hide - hide deep in someone’s embrace, he wants to be hid—

“Mikey made some noodles, would that make ya’ feel better?”

Leo flinches, his body growing stiff and rigid - he’s strapped to the ground, but he’s fighting, struggling against the restraints. He was trying.

“I—I dunno.”

Raph’s gruff voice responds, “Alright.”

There’s a suffocating - heavy pause, no one speaks, light whispers and mumbles are felt in waves from outside the door. Leo wants to go, go deep in a hole and—

He can’t even finish a single thought.

Leo slides against the wall, curling in on himself.

A door opens, a soft whisper is heard, a large hand drapes over his back. A curtain closing, after the biggest show of the year.