TMNT ONESHOTS.

" Basorexia."

Tmnt 2012 / Rasey
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The two were on a bench, the moons high, and it was just them and the non-bustling New York City. Pigeons galore, as if they had once been people. Raphael remembered when he was a toddler, and he would look up the vent, and see it bright and full.

He wouldn't say it, but when he had first come up to the surface at fifteen, he had been particularly disappointed when it was all glum.

And even more so, when he realized it wasn't just at night, he had felt a different feeling. He sighed slowly, hands resting on his cheeks, red mask-tails dangling over his shoulder.

"Raph, don't look so down!" Someone happily said beside him, and Raphael blinked, turning his head, eyes locking with dark eyes. "Your hangin' with The Casey Jones!" Casey Jones mused, bumping each other's elbows.

Raph rolled his eyes with a certain scoff, looking at his friend. Friend. The word tasted like false honey, sweet, but a little saddening, knowing it wasn't real.

He wasn't sure why, though, so he ignored it.

"Yeah, yeah, Casey—I'm so very honored.." he entertains the impulsive teen, 'entertain' doesn't feel right, but he doesn't know how else to describe it. Casey doesn't flinch, not even a wince, looking at Raphael with a toothy smirk.

Not a toothy grin, because Casey Jones isn't that pleasant.

He's very pleasant, Raphael's heart flutters to the sky, he can count the human's freckles without looking, remembering how they look so much like the stars in the sky at the current moment.

Raphael wondered quietly, in that very empty part of his mind where only some things made it through and were acknowledged if he would ever touch the freckles.

He had already touched the stars, it shouldn't be so difficult.

But it was, looking at him, eyes meeting, both smiling, closer, and content with what happened at the current moment. He watches Casey, and then he notices his movements.

The way Casey's hands fumbled, the way he was constantly switching between close or not. Raphael's grin turned into a frown. "Case?" He whispered, embarrassingly soft, the way he always got when Casey and he had a sullen moment.

Casey looked at him and breathed, both of their eyes meeting, just like before. But this time—it felt different, more—more..complex. Like there was something else behind it.

He didn't know what else it could he,

Deep down, he wished for a would-be. It made his own hands tremble.

Kiss me, his mind begs, and he wonders if Casey can see it in his eyes. He doesn't know why acknowledges the words, small and simple. They should've been easy to ignore.

But the thing is,

He doesn't want to ignore them, it means he's ignoring Casey. He didn't think he could ever ignore Casey, so he blinked quietly, watching as Casey's Adam-apple bobbed.

He swallows.

His tail threatens to wag.

Is Casey reading his mind? Did he know how much he wanted to kiss him, had it been obvious?.. Will he do it?

He hopes he does, he wants to kiss him, he wants to feel him close—he wants to love Casey. Not in the way he will nuzzle his brothers, but in genuine, romantic love.

Raph threatens to lean in and do it himself, but instead, Casey grabs his hand and Raph feels his heart flutter again. He wonders if his face is as red as his mask.