TMNT: 2003 Boyfriend scenario - Love Is Blossoming.

Young love - Michelangelo

This chapter was inspired by Leo-Bear
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Mikey's POV

Compared to Donnie, I ain't that much of a genius, whether I want to admit it or not. My purple brother just have some crazy skills with fixing things that I don't. But that isn't influenced in everything. I have my own way around things, and if I want it fixed, I'll fix it...or ask Don to do it.

Either way, today (Y/n) and I was spending our time climbing New Yorks many rooftops, and may or maybe not had pulled a few pranks had some by standing newyorkers.

"Don't you think we're going a little too far, taking his toupe?" (Y/n) guilty, though it was visible that she fought to suppress her laughter.

I, myself, didn't even try to hide my grin and aching sides as we watched the man, who we had revealed for the rest of the world to be bald, walk down the street unaware of his 'naked' condition.

"Nah," I finally replied, still smiling widely. "Trust me, he'll be happy, After all, all bald people are cute cute."

As calming my statement, I ran a hand over my unhaired head and showed her my best puppy-eyes as proof. This seemed to push her limit, as she at last burst into a seizure of giggling while she breathlessly staggered backwards.

My mood, however, quickly turned and was replaced with panic. Before I could warn her, (Y/n) staggered towards the edge of the building and tripped. Losing her balance she wildly flapped her arms as she tipped over the edge.

"(Y/N)!" Just before she left the building, I dived forward and grabbed her by the wrist yanking her back onto safe ground. "Are you alright?"

"My watch!" she cried out seeing that the wrist I had grabbed was naked.

Not sparing a moment, she moved out of my hands and ran to the latters climbing down in a rush. Cornerned I followed with her and waited down down in the alley while she hastly ran out into the streets. Soon she returned with a somber expression as she showed me a non-ticking watch.

"It's broken..." Her happy voice had lowered into a sad one. Thoughtfully I reached out for it and looked it over as she handed me it.

I wasn't smart. Could I fix it?

She wasn't smiling. Could I cheer her up?

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Running over houses and windows, faster than any normal turtle toddler, I suddenly stopped my run as hearing the sound of crying below me. Curious by the source to the sound I climbered down the fire-escape and broke one of master Splinter's most important rules: Never approach a human home. On the other hand I already had broken his first rule: Never do the surface.

When reaching the right window where the sound came from, I was lucky that this part of the building was covered in shadows. Being hidden by dark, I peeked into the apartment, through the half-opened window. Inside I saw a kid's room, and in the center I saw a little girl, just as young as me, with (h/c) (h/l) hair. Kneeling before her was a man, who I'd guess was her dad.

"I-It's bro-broken," she whimpered tearfully, holding a small music-box in her hands. "F-Fix it da-daddy, please."

"It's a old toy, child. We'll buy a new one," her dad replied, glancing disinterested at the toy.

"No!" Her sobbering grew to a loud crying. "No! I want this!"

"No, I said. It's trash, now."

Determined her dad stood from her kneeling position and turned to leave without further further discussion. Wiggling my nose confused by the dad's attitude, I watched as the father left and little girl cried louder running after him pleading, leaving the musix-box behind.

The door to the room shut itself closed, and I, intrigued by the toy, used my small 6 years old body to climb into the room, through the narrow gap the window created. Carefully I looked around the room for any threats, before I stepped towards the music-box and picked it up.

"What is it suppose to do?" I squeaked quietly for myself as I began fidging with its parts.

I opened the lid and found a key and a ballerina in a dancing-pose. Wriggling my nose confused. I looked the toy over. I widen my eyes slightly finding a key-hole with something stuck inside. It took me a few minutes to get the objekt out, but when I finally did, I recognized it as a piece of platic.

I took the key and tryingly pushed into the key-hole before turning it a couple of times.  As I let go of the key, I flinched in fear and jolted away as the box played a sudden melody. I stared at the box for a second and retracted quickly out through the window  as hurried steps approached the door.

Just at the last second, I pressed my shell against the wall when the door slammed open and the little girl returned. I didn't dare look, but it was obvious her crying ha subsided.

"It's fixed!" she shouted excited.

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"Oh my God!" (Y/n) exclaimed when I showed her the once again working watch. "How did you fix it? It fell at least 5 floors!"

I grinned  sharing her happiness as returning her watch. "Magic, chica. It's magic."

I'm not as smart as Donnie, yet even I have my moments of geniusness. This is clear in both present and past.