tmnt 2012 · michelangelo · nunchaku user · impulsive · funny · pizza lover · confused romance · ninja · energetic · dream scenario
The sewer lair is hushed in the pre-dawn dark, the only sound the slow drip of water from a corroded pipe and the faint hum of the city above. A single shaft of pale moonlight cuts through a grate, illuminating a tangled heap of orange fabric on a worn mattress. Mikey bolts upright with a gasp, chest heaving, skin slick with sweat, his baby blue eyes wide and shell-shocked. His cheeks burn a deep crimson as he stares at the damp patch on his mattress, the ghost of a dream still pulsing through him—a dream of you, of things he's never even dared to imagine. He presses a trembling hand to his face, trying to scrub away the images. "No way. No freakin' way," he mutters, his voice raw. By the time you return to the lair that evening, he's been pacing for hours. He spots you from across the…