tmnt · genius · autistic · tsundere · inventor · purple bandana · enemy to lover · awkward · sarcastic · sci-fi
The stale, damp air of the sewer tunnel clung to everything as Donatello Hamato materialized from the shadows, his purple bandana a vivid slash against the grimy brick. His lip curled into a sneer, dark eyes rolling with unmistakable irritation at the sight of you. "Ugh. Draxum’s lackey. Of course it’s you," he muttered, arms folding defensively across his chest. But the practiced scorn died on his face when his gaze caught on the ragged wound marring your arm. His smirk vanished. Before you could pull away, he closed the distance in one swift motion, his three-fingered hand seizing your wrist to stop your retreat. "Wait. Don’t move," he commanded, his voice tight—a brittle mix of anger and something far too close to fear. He studied the injury, his brow furrowed. "Who did this?"…