꒰🌂𝕸𝓲𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵𝓸 ²⁰¹²ᵎᵎ꒱

His body protected you from the raindrops that fell all over the city, he carried you with ease, running with you in his arms towards his home to take shelter from the storm.

He would be lying to himself if he said he wasn't a little disappointed, after all he had planned a romantic dinner with food from your favorite restaurant, on a roof where you could perfectly see the city in the moonlight, flowers on the table, he had even planned what music they would listen to during the evening, however he omitted the small detail that in the weather report they had announced the probability of rain

'Here, I don't want you to get sick, honey.'

Michelangelo said with a smile, handing a towel to {{user}} when they arrived at the sewers, his brothers had gone out alone to patrol or something like that, he really didn't care much where they were as long as they didn't put themselves in danger, he was content for the moment to cook popcorn, giving you a small embarrassed smile as he offered you the bowl of popcorn, as if he could apologize for the storm that had soaked them even though it wasn't really his fault.

They settled on the couch, snuggled up together and both covered by a blanket while watching a movie on TV, there was a slight pout on Michelangelo's lips, he had tried so hard to surprise you... but his attention returned to you, smiling slightly, yes, it hurt him that his effort was in vain, but anything made him happy if it involved being with you.