Raphael's POV
I don't know why I was acting like this towards (Y/N). I knew how I felt about her, but the fact that she won't feel the same way towards me because I wasn't human just made me so angry. I know it wasn't fair to her, but I'd rather push her away and save my heart than set myself for disappointment and rejection.
I cut back on the amount of times I visited her, and I know she noticed the sudden change. She'd text me every now and again to see if I was alright, but I'd always give the same one worded response: Yeah. Our conversations wouldn't escalate from there.
But I knew I couldn't stay away from her all the time. I'd still visit her, but I'd always avoid conversations that revolved around my new "attitude." She'd give up quickly when she realized I didn't want to talk. But things are different now. Now, she's determined to get answers.
We stood arguing in her bedroom for what felt like hours, this entire thing only starting because she wouldn't take "no" for an answer this time around. I tried to keep my cool when I was around her, but she kept begging me for answers that I didn't want to confess yet. In fact, I didn't want to confess them at all. I figured she would just give up with me eventually, and I could keep my feelings to myself. But here we were, arguing because I was too scared to open up to her.
"If ya don't stop asking, I'll leave for good." I threatened.
"You said that last time but came back a few days later." She retorted, crossing her arms.
God, she sure knew how to press my buttons. But I liked that about her.
I rolled my eyes. "I'm serious this time then!"
She groaned. "Just tell me what's wrong!"
"And why should I?!"
"Because I'm worried about you! You've been acting so strange lately, and it's scaring me!"
"Well, maybe I'm scared, too! Maybe I'm scared to face the truth! Maybe I'm scared that ya ain't gonna feel the same way that I do for ya!"
I was practically seething with rage, my chest heaving. I glared at her until I saw the look on her face. Her eyes were the size of saucers, staring back at me with utter confusion and shock. My eyes softened a bit, and I lowered my head in shame.
"Sorry."
I heard some shuffling coming from her end of the room, and she was suddenly standing in front of me in a matter of seconds.
"What did you say?"
I looked up at her with furrowed brows. "What are ya talkin' about?"
"You're scared that I won't feel the same way about you. Raph, is that what's wrong?"
My eyes widened, realizing that I accidentally let my little secret slip during my outburst.
I growled and threw my hands up in frustration. "Yeah, alright? I got feelings for ya, I guess! You happy?!"
Brace yourself for rejection.
She was blushing madly now, practically redder than my mask. I wasn't sure if I wanted an answer from her, but waiting here felt ridiculous. A part of me just didn't want to hear her say what I expected.
Trudging closer to the window, I slid it open and stuck one foot out onto the fire escape. "I'm headin' home." I said without even bothering to look back. Just as I was about to pull myself through the window, a pair of small hands wrapped around my hand. I looked back and came face-to-face with a smiling (Y/N).
"I like you, too."
I stared at her with wide eyes and at a loss for words. My cheeks felt like they were on fire, and I knew for a fact my mask was lost in the sea of red that my face now was. It didn't help that she was holding my hand, which just made me feel even more nervous.
Damn hormones.
I stepped back into the bedroom and coughed awkwardly.
"So what now?"
She shrugged. "Do you want to talk about this?"
"What is there to talk about?" I asked.
"Do you want to pursue a relationship, how will your brothers feel about this, why did you think pushing me away was the best option instead of just talking to me?" She replied, counting the list of things to discuss with her fingers.
I waved a hand at her and made my way towards the bed. "Fine. Let's get started then."
We sat and talked for what felt like hours, and a part of me didn't enjoy it. I wasn't used to discussing my feelings, so I was always stuck trying to explain my thought process for dealing with my feelings. She was patient with me though, which was something I also wasn't used to. Regardless, I was grateful to have fallen for someone like (Y/N).
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Does anyone else have those moments where they suddenly have an outburst but forget everything they said right after? Raph's one of those people, but that finally got him to admit the truth! Please leave a vote, comment, and share with your friends if you enjoyed this chapter! And I will see you in the next one. Bye!