Tim heads off toward the bathroom after Donnie points him in the right direction. Once he's outta sight, silence settles in the room again, and honestly? It's kinda nice. You don't even try to hide the huge-ass grin taking over your face.
"That was... Dude, that was sick!"
"Yeah?" Don leans on his staff casually, proudly smiling. "I mean... I have been training since I could hold this thing"
"Oh, it shows" You laugh, nudging his arm playfully. "I give that demonstration a 10 out of 10"
"So..." Donnie leans on his staff, cocky little smirk already forming. "That's why you were staring?"
Your smile cracks-traitor!-and your face immediately goes warm. "I wasn't-- I was just...! That was concern, actually" You blurt. "I was making sure you didn't break your shell"
Donnie raises a brow. "Mhm. Right. Very medically concerned stare, then?"
"I'm gonna kick your ass if you keep talking" You grumble, cheeks burning, thing that makes him laugh. "You were doing some great moves, what do you expect me to do? Look away?"
He chuckles low under his breath. "I was just saying"
You roll your eyes, heart still racing a little faster than normal-not that it means anything.
Anyway.
"Actually" You clear your throat and slip your backpack off your shoulder. "Before you get back to training Tim I, uh... got something for you"
Donnie's brows raise. "Oh?"
You drop to one knee and start digging through your backpack, shoving aside some crumpled papers, a screwdriver, gum wrappers, your emergency granola bar-until your hand finally lands on it: a sleek little metallic object that's been eating your time and sleep for weeks.
"I finished it last night" You pull it out and hold it out to him with both hands. "Figured now's as good a time as any, since you're gonna be showing off all day"
Donnie takes it, and the second his fingers wrap around it, he goes totally quiet.
The thing's about the length of your forearm, sleek and solid, with a polished metal body that catches the light just right. It's compact but definitely sturdy, like a mini staff with attitude. Right in the middle is a small, embedded control panel-three buttons, color-coded: blue, red, and orange, flush with the surface. Subtle. Fancy. Practical. You designed it that way. Duh. You watch as his thumb runs along the grip, tracing the grooves, feeling the balance. He turns it over in his hands, inspecting every detail with that hyper-focused brain of his.
"Is this...?"
You nod, rubbing the back of your neck. "It's the gift I've been working on for you. Took forever, but... I wanted to make you something useful. Something that felt like you. It's an enhanced staff. With... a few tricks"
He doesn't say anything right away-just keeps turning it in his hands.
You shift on your feet, trying not to panic. "I mean, if you don't like it, you can totally-"
"You built this?" He cuts in.
"Well, yeah. Been tweaking it for, like... months" You nod, hands awkwardly shoved in your pockets now. "I thought your bo staff could use an upgrade. You know, because it breaks rather easily"
"This is incredible" He laughs, barely containing his excitement. "It's so... smooth. So light, yet sturdy-wait, is this titanium?"
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Alternate Allure
Fanfiction(I'll use MC for the protagonist. I want the reader to be able to read freely, project or insert their own OCs in the story) Life's been a real rollercoaster for you lately. School's a total nightmare, and things at home with mom are a hot mess ever...
