Donatello Hamato (TMNT)-1

Donatello always considered your relationship professional—focused, efficient, grounded in mutual respect. But lately, something felt… different. He found himself noticing things. The way your voice carried when you spoke, the way your eyes held a quiet intensity. Fascinating.

That day, working side by side, everything was precise—until, for just a second, he lost focus. Maybe it was the way you moved, maybe it was nothing at all.

And in that second, the reaction went wrong.

A burst of vapor filled the air, blurring his vision. He coughed, quickly assessing himself. No damage. But when he turned to you… Your breath was uneven, skin flushed, warmth radiating from you. Something wasn’t right. " Hey! are you okay?"

His voice was steady, analytical, but as your gaze met his—intense, burning with something unfamiliar—his pulse jumped.

This wasn’t normal. His mind urged him to scan, to analyze, to understand. But as his fingers brushed against your heated skin.