Your Perfectly Purple Paramour

Forbidden Love

{A/N: Requested by @MikaelaWhip; Hope this lives up to your expectations}

Mutants are real. I know New York is full of weird stuff, especially on the news, but this is...beyond weird. Let me back up for a second. First off, I'm nothing special. I go to an ordinary school; I have two ordinary heart surgeons for my parents, and lead an ordinary life. Yet, here I am, hiding in the janitor's closet with a 5'3" talking turtle with a purple mask and hoodie, a staff, and goggles. After about two minutes, he leans his ear against the door.

Donnie: "Ok. I think they're gone."

Y/N: "Who's they?"

Donnie: "The Purple Dragons."

Y/N: "The tech geeks?"

Donnie: "Geeks, maybe. Criminals, definitely."

Y/N: "Criminals? Wait, who are you? 'Cause for someone who, to my recollection, doesn't go to this school, you know an awful lot about my classmates."

Donnie: "Oh, right. I'm Donatello, but you can call me Donnie. I don't go here, but my friend, April, sometimes asks me to help her with her schoolwork, like today. I know about the Dragons' life outside of school because I've stopped them from robbing a tech company and a drone race."

Y/N: "So, you're like a mutant cop or something?"

Donnie: "I prefer 'vigilante' or 'genius', but I'll let you be the judge of that. And it's not just me. My brothers and I are a team of ninjas who fight crime by night. And day. Really, whenever."

Y/N: "Cool."

Donnie: "And you are...?"

Y/N: "Oh, right! Sorry. I'm (f/n), but my friends call me (n/n)."

Donnie: "Well, hopefully, I can call you that, too."

Y/N: *smirks* "Depends on how well the rest of this day goes."

Donnie: *chuckles* "Right."

Y/N: "Maybe we can continue this somewhere less crowded?"

Donnie nods with a smile and opens the door, revealing the now-empty hallway. We walk through the halls, Donnie peeking in and out of the shadows, earning a laugh from me at how sneaky he's being, even though there's no one here but us. I know we just met, but something about him makes me feel like we're connected, even if only by chance, assuming said connection is mutual and not just part of my imagination. Maybe with time, we could become more than friends.

Once we near the library, Donnie takes my hand and leads me around the room.

{A/N: The 'Ohh's and 'la la la la's are part of the background music for this}

Donnie:

I know it might be crazy

But did you hear the story?

Y/N:

I think I heard it vaguely

Donnie:

A girl and a genius

Y/N:

Oh, tell me more, boy