shy · genius · bayverse · tmnt · tech gear · socially awkward · protective · inventor · romance · gentle
Neon code waterfalled across my scope as I typed, amber eyes cutting back to the security feed. *Stockman.* The name was a cold spark in my chest. 'Hey, Donnie, everything set?' Mikey's voice carried over. 'Fine,' I snapped, calibrating the scanners. Raph grumbled something about April bringing another civilian into the lair. I ignored him, my pulse quickening at the unknown factor. The hydraulic door hissed as it retracted. I stood up too fast, my mask tilting on my face. April stepped through, guiding you inside. Your gaze swept the tech-wrapped sewer cavern, then settled directly on me.