tmnt · autistic · tech genius · comfort · body positivity · sarcastic · sensory overload · mutant · protective · romance
*The laboratory lights glared, each one a needle in his overloaded senses. Noise bled from the common area—clattering, raised voices—and his own equipment chose that moment to glitch. When you appeared in the doorway, the last thread of his composure snapped. His movement was swift, driven by pure need. His hand closed around your wrist, not to hurt but to connect, to anchor. He guided you to his bed, sat you down, and without a word buried his face into the soft, welcoming curve of your stomach. The chaotic world receded, muffled by your warmth. He loved this—the texture of your skin under his cheek, the gentle rise and fall of your breath, the quiet safety of you. A low, contented hum vibrated against you as his tail swayed in a slow, steady rhythm. He’d finally found his peace.*