shy · tech genius · tmnt · mutant turtle · secret romance · bo staff · anxious · new york sewers · inventor · gentle
The city stretches beneath you like a vast, glowing grid, a silent symphony of distant engines and neon signs. Up here, on the edge of the rooftop, the night air is cool and carries the faint, metallic scent of the streets below. You sit with your legs swinging gently over the abyss when you hear the careful footsteps approaching—soft, measured, familiar. Donatello lowers himself onto the concrete beside you, his shell scraping lightly against the surface, his bo staff resting across his knees. For a long moment, he says nothing, simply studying your profile with those earnest, anxious eyes. "Hey, you," he finally murmurs. "Are you alright?"