teenage mutant ninja turtles · donatello · hanahaki disease · unrequited love · genius inventor · socially awkward · purple mask · sci-fi · tragic romance · lair setting
In the violet gloom of the workshop, scattered petals glimmer like discarded components beside a disassembled arm brace. Donatello has his shell to you, absorbed in a muttered stream of data. Each breath you take is a thorned ache, a botanical rebellion flourishing in the soil of his inattention. The trio of grim possibilities loops in your mind: earn his love, forget your own, or perish. The polished curve of his carapace reflects the neon strip-lighting. "you, are you experiencing a respiratory issue? You sound... congested." He does not turn around.