You and Mikey are bffs. You love each other but neither one knows. You'd do anything to protect him and vise versa. So what happens when you're dying right in front of him?
You had been staring for a good minute. Eyes locked on the side of his face, just staring at his features, making sure to catch the details of every last one. His baby blue eyes were locked on the television, and at this exact point, you weren't really sure if he'd noticed your stares.
Every few seconds he shifted. Was it from your stares burning holes in his skull or the fact that he had major ADHD? Again, you didn't know. You'd been friends with Michelangelo for a good four years, yet there were some things that you felt you'd never know. You could name his fears, secrets, where he would hide sweets and sodas from anyone in the lair. Yet you still couldn't pinpoint things such as this. Was it hope? Hope that maybe you gave him butterflies like he gave you?
The comic in your hands, one that he'd encouraged you to read, was gently leaned on your lap, hands holding it loosely open but the colorful pages not having been turned for a good seven minutes.
"You know I would die for you, right?"
Your eyes wanted to widen at the sudden outburst of words from our mouth, but somehow they couldn't. Your heart jumped at the sound of your own unexpected voice. It had come so sudden, soft but firm in a way that told him you weren't playing games. His baby blue eyes moved from the screen, looking back at you with a perplexed expression.
"Angelcakes, why would you say that? Something wrong?"
You shook your head. "No, I was just saying." You paused and looked at the comic pages before glancing back to the obvious stare down he was giving. "But you do know that I would, right?"
"You won't ever have to, sweetcheeks. Because Mikey here will always be the one protecting you!" You blushed at his nicknames. You always did. How could be not notice by now? Was he just that oblivious? You paused, of course he was.
That conversation was a week ago.
"Raph, to your left!" You stood a little straighter on a higher rooftop to give your friends an advantage point against the Foot. A few mutants were there to assist the ninjas, side-tracking the four brothers just enough to where another could sneak in.
A microphone allowed you to warn the turtle's below of their blind spots, voice shaky as you watched the danger levels increase. You were standing watch because while you were technically okay with self defense, but there was no way you stood a chance against their enemies. You would just be another distraction.
Leo had ordered you to scurry off the second they felt an odd presence looming over and you were glad you listened to him. You were sure you'd have been thrown off the rooftop by now.
"Donnie, watch your head." You watched as he looked up, barely managing to shove his staff upwards to avoid a lethal hit. He shot you a quick thumbs up and went to assist Leo, who was covered with ninjas all around. Your eyes watched the scene, sweeping over the brothers carefully. You looked back to Mikey, who wasn't where he was only seconds prior.
"Mikey? I lost visual on you."
Silence.
"Mikey?"
Silence.
"Hey, does anyone down there see Mikey?"
Nothing.
You watched the brothers. Not once did they show a sign of hearing you. You turned the mic off and on again. "Testing."
Nothing.
You fiddled and tried to reset it. When it finally came on, there was a black silence. "Leo? Can you hear me?"
You peered down. No one could hear you. The battery was fine, the mic was on, green button glowing as proof. Had you lost signal? A giant figure caught your eye from the shadows below. Spots of silver caught in the moonlight, the light making each blade look sharper. You gasped and grabbed the mic.
