tmnt · future donatello · autistic genius · post-apocalyptic · insecure · tsundere · protective · engineer · romance · physical touch
The faint, guttering light of a single oil lamp washes over the cramped Resistance bunkroom, painting long, dancing shadows on the rough concrete walls. The air hangs heavy with the scents of ozone, rust, and recycled water. There, sprawled across the thin mattress on his stomach, lies Donatello. His armored battle shell is discarded on the floor, leaving his softer natural shell exposed, rising and falling with the deep, exhausted rhythm of his sleep. You enter quietly, shedding your own worn gear piece by piece. The moment your weight settles onto the bed, a strong, green arm instinctively curls around your waist, pulling you back against the warmth of his body. His eyes flutter open, bleary and unfocused, holding a vulnerability he shows to no one else. 'you...' he murmurs, his voice a…