Turtles x reader boyfriend thingies

When you see him Mikey

Michelangelo

It was by total accident the two of you meet again. You have been skating all day and have kind of long ago forgotten time is a thing that exist. Soon the sun is setting and you are alone at the skatepark. Alone save for one guy with a neon orange hoodie and scarf skateboarding like a pro on the half pipe. He's the only other person there so naturally you smack right into eachother. "Ouch! " "oof "

"Aahw I was in the zone!" The guy whines.

"Sorry dude." You apologize, a little pained from falling on your ass. He helps you back up on your skates.

"Oh hey! You 're the cute pizza delivery girl!"

"Oh wow you're the green dude!"

"I'm Mikey! And uh you didn't tell anyone about me, right? " He looks pretty nervous.

"It's Y/n. To be honest I did try to interogate my coworker but he just said "This is New York, what do you expect." and he's right, so I left it at that." You shrug.

Mikey laughs. "You have some wicked moves on those skates dudette."

"Thanks! Wanna skate together?"

"Shell yeah i do!"

The two of you skate/skateboard and show off to each other untill the sun has long set.

"It's getting kinda late, I have to go home soon." You say disappointed. You don't want to lose your new friend.

"Nooo! I don't want you to go!!" Mikey begs on his knees all dramatic like.

"Walk me home?"

That got the biggest grin out of Michelangelo. "You got it y/n!"

You said your goodbyes extra dramatically when you arrived at your apartement complex. Hugs were crushing, Tears were shed. It was all very emotional.

The next day when you wake up you find the notebook you keep in your room at the edge of your bed. You've filled it more with random doodles then actual notes and sometimes you draw in bed, but you can't remeber doing that last night. You lazily shuffle your notebook towards you with your feet until it's in reach and pick it up. It's turned to the last page you were working on, some cool giant mech robot with lazers shooting out of its ass. Scrawled underneath the drawing you find a number and a message that wasn't there before:

Your drawings are wicked chicka! Lets hang out again soon! Call me ;)

You wonder how Mikey snuck by your family unnoticed more so then you worry about a guy you hardly know actually breaking into your house. Before you forget you punch the number into your phone.