Smoldering Love (donatello x reader)

Ch.8

Donatello's lab was a combination of science lab and mechanic workshop. Everything seemed neat and organized, but there were papers strewn on the table.

There was an array of half-way done inventions with interesting combinations of common household items, but they were shaped in new ways.

"What are these?" I asked about to touch a blender-type thing, but thought better of it.

"Oh, just some random things I'd thought I'd improve in my free time.I thought I'd make then faster and more efficient, but lately I have more important projects to with on," he smiled and went over to his laptop, "Like this. I'm trying to make a retromutagen."

Immediately, he started naming everything in his lab with such excitement I couldn't even interrupt to even ask what he was naming. All I could do was nod and smile politely, but I did want to know what he was saying.

At some point he must have asked a question and was staring dejectedly at me.

"I'm sorry, did you ask something?" I asked embarrassed. Damn it, he looks so sad. I should've payed closer attention to what he was saying.

"No, it was nothing. I'm sorry. I must be boring you. We should go back and watch a movie or something with everyone else," Donatello said with a small laugh.

"No! I wasn't bored at all!" I assured.

"You're nice. Don't worry about it, I'm used to people not enjoying this," he said looking over his lab. "So! What movie should we watch? I'll go get popcorn!" He said as he turned to leave.

"Wait! Donatello!"

"What?"

"I want to stay here instead."

"Why?"

"I want to see you work on something."

His eyes lit up and he came over to pick up the blender-thing .

"Okay, I'll finish this then. It shouldn't take long."

As he worked we talked a little about my school, my struggle in math, and my love of (favorite subject)

"Really,I don't know why it's so hard. I'm great at everything else!" I said in frustration remembering the 75 I got on my last quiz.

He laughed, "haha, maybe I could tutor you?" he suggested. I thought about it, Well, I don't think I mind sending time with him. If his genius could get my grade up to an 90 then great.

"Sure, I'd love the help."

"Really? But it would have to be here," he said, eyes bright.

"No problem, I'll just tell my mom I'm studying at a friend's house and she shouldn't ask for more."

"And that wouldn't be a lie, would it?" he asked, expectant.

"No, it would not," I responded with a smile.

He was about to say something when Michelangelo appeared at the door. "Donnie! It's not fair! Why do you get to keep Y/n all to yourself? We want to spend time with her too!" he whined.

I couldn't help but laugh.

"Donnie are you okay?" asked Michelangelo.

I turned to look at him and he was bright red.

"What? Oh, yeah, I'm fine," he assured and got up. "I guess we should head back."

Once back in the living room, I sat near Leonardo who was engrossed in the same cartoon that was on when I had arrived. Donatello was about to sit next to me, but Michelangelo beat him to it. He glared at him as he sat next to Raphael on the other couch.

During a commercial break I asked Leonardo what the show was called.

"It's called Space Heroes. It's amazing!!" he said excited.

"You only think so because you're a dork," said Raphael. This led to arguing between them, so I turned to Michelangelo who had many questions about life above.

Soon I had promised them all a visit tomorrow, with a pizza, and left with Donatello who jumped to volunteer to walk me home before Michelangelo could.

As we walked back, with a light this time, Donatello asked, "So we aren't too scary?"

I scoffed. "Of course not. You're all so nice, it's a shame you all have to stay down here."

"Well, we wouldn't want to start a panic up there," he said with a laugh.

He opened the manhole and I climbed out.

"Well, goodnight Y/n. I'll see you here tomorrow!" he said with a wave before he covered the hole again.

I decided they were going to be good friends.