Tea Time┆TMNT: BayLeo x FemReader

ARC 2: 05

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"Ah, geez," Raph shifted uncomfortably and pushed off the wall. "...If ya' don't let us help, you're jus' bein' stubborn. So... uh... stop cryin' already. You're makin' us look bad."

His comment, as blunt as it was, made her laugh through her tears. It was shaky and weak, but it was a laugh nonetheless. Her shoulders sagging as she let out a long, trembling sigh.

Finally, she whispered, "Okay.." Her voice was barely audible, but the weight of her exhaustion and relief carried through. She looked up at the brothers, her tear-streaked face full of gratitude.

"...Thank you..."

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Once the tears had dried and Y/N had managed to wipe her face, the weight of embarrassment pressed down on her like a thick, suffocating blanket. Her head remained bowed, her hands clutching the blanket tightly.

She was far too ashamed to look up.

I can't believe I just cried like that...

The awkwardness was suffocating. Her cheeks burned with the realization of just how she'd acted moments ago, and her chest tightened as she fought the urge to apologize again. She clenched the blanket tighter, silently hoping that the ground would just swallow her up.

Before anyone could figure out what to say, a new presence filled the doorway.

"Is everything alright here?"

The voice was calm, deep, and carried a weight of authority that immediately drew everyone's attention. Y/N lifted her head and froze.

Standing there, draped in a simple robe, was a small rat with an air of royalty. His eyes swept across the room, lingering briefly on her tear-streaked face before settling on Leo.

"Father." Leo said, bowing deeply.

F—Father?!

Y/N blinked rapidly.

This is their dad..?!

She glanced at Leo, then back at the elder rat. The resemblance was nowhere to be seen.

Though, now that she thought about it, Leo's calm, steady demeanor made sense.

Feeling the need to follow Leo's example, Y/N scrambled to stand. She gave a deep, awkward bow, "Thank you for letting me stay here! I—uh—I really appreciate it!"

Master Splinter's whiskers twitched, a faint smile softening his otherwise composed face. "You are welcome here," he said gently, inclining his head. "But there is no need to strain yourself. Please, sit."

"R-right," she mumbled, sinking back onto the couch with a nervous laugh. Her hands fidgeted with the blanket in her lap, and she avoided eye contact.

Right...

Well, this is totally normal...

Master Splinter turned his attention to the turtle brothers. "What is the current situation?" he asked.

Donnie stepped forward, his tech flickering faintly on his wrist as he gestured toward Y/N. "We were just discussing helping her move her belongings here. It's clear she'll need time to recover properly."

Master Splinter nodded thoughtfully, his gaze returning to Y/N briefly. "Then what are you waiting for?" he said, his tone light but firm. "Go and retrieve her belongings. She should have everything she needs to feel comfortable here."

Eh—?

Now?

Her gaze darted around as the conversation swirled above her head.