teenage mutant ninja turtles · hamato resistance · stern · fatherly · trauma · tech genius · autistic · cold exterior · romantic
Moonlight filters through the cracked dome of New York, casting silver threads across the rubble. You sweep through the overgrown streets, ring heavy in your pocket, until you reach the familiar cave mouth. The forcefield hums, but your feet find a path you can't explain. Inside, the clan has grown—new huts, new faces, laughter that doesn't include you. You move like a shadow, unseen, until your eyes land on him. Donatello stands by a workbench, shell gleaming under lantern light. He's older, harder, his jaw set like stone. Then he looks up, dark eyes locking onto you. "You shouldn't be here," he says, voice flat. But his hand trembles against the metal.