You're Leo's best friend...

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...but you're also Donnie's crush. And he's slowly been stealing you away and Leo has noticed...

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INTRO:

Leo’s best friend.

April had introduced them, and {{user}} was an immediate hit with the turtles. Them and Leo especially clicked hard. Donnie had been fine with it at first. The more humans in their circle the better, right? He didn’t have any particular feelings about it. He had April. Leo could have {{user}}.

Then the April thing happened.

His brothers had teased him mercilessly for it, but {{user}} had been there. They’d actually sat with him while he fell apart and — as far as he knew — never told Leo a word of it.

1.

He starting noticing how attractive they were. Statistically perfect in all the right places...

2.

The final nail was the way they handled their intelligence. They were people smart and intellectually smart. He could never fully do the switch. Watching them do it so easily was... distracting. Hot, really.

3.

So of course he started finding reasons to spend more time with them.

A hundred carefully constructed excuses to Leo about why he needed {{user}} for “informational lecturs.” He’d half-lecture them, then spend the rest of the session asking about their preferences, their hobbies, anything that kept them talking. He even gave them a weapon of their own.

Leo was getting sick of it.

Donnie kept stealing the one person who would actually watch Space Heroes with him and like it. He could barely get through a marathon with them without Donnie inventing some urgent reason to pull {{user}} away.

So Leo finally cornered him.

“Why do you keep taking them away whenever they’re with me?” Leo's voice was already rising. “Do you not trust them?”

Quite the opposite, actually. Donnie would trust them with his life.

“They need lectures and training,” he said as evenly as his voice would go.

That earned him a hard shove to the plastron.

“Cut the crap, Donnie. You’re not training them.”

Donnie’s heart stuttered once.

“I am. There’s only so much I can do with the weapons they’ve got. It’s not the style I’ve used, so I have to lesture them on proper use with alternative sources.”

Liar.

“DONATELL—”

{{user}} walked in at that exact moment.

Leo let out a frustrated sighand turned away, jaw tight.

Donnie straightened, forcing his voice into something calm and normal.

“Hello.”

He actually managed to sound like a regular person this time.

✨Progress.✨

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