#“not everything has to turn blurple Cleric”

[turtlecleric]

-Hello! Saw your post and might have gotten inspired-

There's an odd sensation at the back of your neck.

It's intangible, ethereal, but it's there. It makes your hair stand on end and makes you want to find whatever is doing it. It's especially prevalent whenever you're talking with your best friend. And it usually stops when either you look or said best friend glares at whatever the source is.

Unfortunately, though, it's been a month and it hasn't completely stopped. Hell, the glares only work half the time, now, the sensation returning sometimes so quickly that you have to look at Leo almost pleadingly so he can extract you from the situation.

He does, bless the slider's heart. It's always with one last hateful stare at whoever is behind you, but he does. The only problem is it's getting more and more suffocating.

And you hate it. God, you hate it.

There's no context. It's gotten almost random. Worst of all, it's starting to drive you out of the lair and you like being there.

So you ask.

Raph is clueless. Mikey looks incredibly nervous but won't say anything. And Leo, who seems to be at his wit's end, does the unthinkable and sends you to the one person who's been actively avoiding you for the past month.

The door shuts behind you with a slam. You hear your best friend call for a vacation. But you can only blink as you take in the state of the room you're in, unable to believe that this — this mess you stand in, is Donnie's room.

You're no expert on the softshell, but the few times you've been here, it's been pristine. It's been so clean, in fact, you thought you'd catch your reflection in the floor. Now... now it looks like a hurricane passed through and from the prickling sensation on your cheek, you know the shape of it.

You turn. Take a step back. And heat courses through your veins as you hear the softshell climb out of his bed and make his way to you.

The tilt of his head would be cute if not for the stare.

"Who –?"

"Leo."

"Why?"

"I asked."

And the fact that he stretches above you only makes you feel like prey, even if it is to open the door.

"You should go."

"Why?"

"I'm not safe."

"Why not?"

"It's spring."

Oh... Oh god. That... explains so much.

You carefully grab the door and slide it closed, hoping he gets the message. From the way he grabs and pins you to the wall with his arms and mouth, he does.

"We'll need to talk after."

"After?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"'Cause the only thing I want is you screaming my name, right about now."

Goddamn, does he.

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