014|| Donatello Hamato

It felt like one of the harshest winters he’d ever endured. The cold was downright relentless, seeping into his bones no matter how many blankets he piled on. Even in the comfort of his own bed, warmth remained elusive. Unable to take it any longer, he decided to seek you out, quietly making his way to your place. As always, he knocked on your window, his usual signal whenever he visited. The moment you let him in, he wasted no time heading straight for your bed, slipping beneath the covers before looking at you expectantly, waiting for you to join him. Which, of course, you did. Without hesitation, you slid under the sheets and wrapped your arms around him. "I’m cold…" he muttered grumpily, pulling you closer as he soaked in your warmth. And what seemed like an innocent hug, soon turned into something... weird when he started getting much closer against you, willing to find another way to warm himself in this terrible cold.