The Singer's Pet Turtle (A Leonardo x Reader Story)

Chapter 9 : Mission Number One

Y/n yawned as she whisked her egg mixture on the tiny bit of counter she had left from the boys. After a lengthy explanation as to what the hell was going on, the household decided that a few days of rest was probably for the best. Leonardo encouraged everyone to find some way to destress during this time. Y/n chose to finish her preliminary training with master splinter. While it did tire her out and make her muscles ache, she found it to be relaxing even when she was getting lectured about her failings, mainly the fact that she was struggling with the spiritual and mental side of ninjutsu.

The boys on the other hand, had found a board game that someone had thrown away on their first day of 'vacation'. One thing leads to another and now the group of four is parading around the sewers dressed up as their in-game characters participating in live action role play. Leonardo had invited her to join, but Y/n politely declined. There were plenty of reasons why. First being that she wasn't playing the board game, being too busy with training, and the second being she did not want to go sewer hunting for an afternoon. Okay, maybe there weren't plenty, but there were two.

Two was enough for there to be at home, pretty much alone, making cookies for when the boys got back. The unfortunate part of it all, was the fact that the boys had left their board game in the kitchen and spread out of just about every surface. All that remained was the stove and about two square feet of counter space. She was making the most of it regardless, blending her ingredients together carefully until it was time to scoop the cookies and put them into the oven.

Nearly in time with her closing the oven on her first batch, Y/n heard the tell-tale sign of the brothers return. Heavy footsteps and bickering. They may be twenty-one-year-old men, but they still acted like a group of fifteen-year-olds. It was a little ridiculous, but luckily for them it was also quite endearing.

"Finch!?" She suddenly heard Leonardo call out over the top of the argument.

"Kitchen!" Y/n called back.

A few moments later the blue clad turtle wandered into the room. He had ditched his knight's helmet already along with this sword and shield, but the cape remained flowing from his shoulders behind him. Without hesitation, he walked up behind Y/n and placed his hands on her hips as she reached over the stove to set the oven counter. When she felt his hands the girl looked over her shoulder with a smile.

"How was your L.A.R.P.ing?" she asked while landing back on flat feet, back ending up against the turtle's chest.

He gave her hips a gentile squeeze, almost as if he was testing the action, as he replied. "More eventful than we expected."

"Did you boys stray from the clues? We worked all night on those Francoeur."

"Technically yes, we didn't use our planned clues." The turtle admitted earning himself a disgruntled look. "It wasn't on purpose! We ran into another mutant who had the ability to create illusions. He took over our game and forced us to play along with him to rescue the princesses."

"Princesses?" Y/n questioned, pushing Leonardo away just enough to turn around.

Once she was facing him, the girl grabbed his wrists, forcing his hands to remain on her hip. She liked them there. As the days continued to pass with them living together the pair had slowly become more comfortable with touch and affectionate interactions. Most recently Leonardo's go to hand placement has changed, but it was evident that he was still unsure about if the change was welcomed or not. So every time the turtle chose to grab Y/n by her hips rather than her shoulders, the girl made a point to hold them into the position as a way to let him know that the action was more than welcome.