A/N: Thanks for the suggestion, @BehakaHamato ! I hope you like it :]
Leonardo:
You skipped into the dojo to see your boyfriend meditating once more. You sighed and sat down in his lap, nuzzling your face in his neck. He shifts, getting comfortable with you in his lap and he wraps an arm around you, the other one reaching up to your tangled hair.
"Please don't, I haven't brushed my hair..." He ignores your request and gently works his fingers through your hair, brushing out all of the tangles before pulling it back into a ponytail and doing that trick where you wrap your hair around the ponytail in use of a hair-tie.
He kisses your temple and you quickly brushing your fingers through the ponytail and grin in amazement that there are no more tangles.
Raphael:
You were distressed. Quarterly exams were coming up, and you were absolutely unprepared and totally freaking out about it. So, of course, you did what almost anybody would do in that situation -- you did absolutely nothing productive, but continued to freak out about the tests.
Raphael was lounging on your bed, looking through one of his magazines and pretending to listen to you rant. When he doesn't respond the way you wanted him to, you look at him and notice.
"Are you even listening to me??"
"Mmm...mhm..." he says, flipping through the pages. You groan and climb onto him, sitting on his hips.
"Raaaaaaaaaaaphie," you whine, shaking him a little. "Pay attention to me!"
He finally notices you and quickly puts his magazine away, pulling you close and rubbing your back before taking out the bun you had sitting on the top of your head, massaging your scalp and brushing through your H/L H/C hair.
Donatello:
You were working on another study guide that your loving boyfriend had made for you. The first question took you almost ten minutes to work out, and the second question stumped you completely. He notices the confused and frustrated expression on your face and moved to come sit next to you on the floor (you were laying on your tummy).
It was full with a bunch of miscellaneous questions, and this one was about something you've heard of but never read -- A Midsummer's Night Dream by William Shakespeare.
"Come on, Sunshine. What's the name of the Trickster King?"
"Um..." You feel a pair of gentle hands work their way into your hair, pulling it out of your face and into a French braid. Believe it or not, it was very comforting and stimulative for your mind. You know you have heard his name before...
"Puck! It's Puck, isn't it!" you gasp, sitting up quickly. Donnie laughs beside you and nods, while you quickly jot that down.
Michelangelo:
"You can do it, Cuteness!!" Mikey yells as you're trying to beat Bowser on the last level of Super Mario Bros. for Wii. You were sitting on your floor, your legs criss-crossed and in nervousness and anticipation, you were starting to sweat. You were too nervous -- you were shaking furiously and so close to dying.
You feel your boyfriend's presence leave your side and you start panicking, but you're quickly soothed by his soft touch and reassuring words. He was mumbling sweet nothings in your ear while slowly, carefully rubbing between your shoulders before his hands traveling up your neck and to your hair. His fingertips start massaging all over your scalp and before too long, Bowser is dead. You jump up, screaming happily in triumph, Mikey following suit. You wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, kissing him.