Hot chocolate! With who? The turtle's, of course! Made by who!? The one and only—DONATELLO!

He appeared like a hero from the steam of the kitchen, cradling a tray stacked with mismatched mugs, each filled to the brim with warm, creamy hot chocolate. His proud smirk was unmistakable — and well-earned. The scent of rich cocoa filled the air, instantly lifting everyone's spirits. In one hand, he carried a ladle like a wizard with his staff; in the other, a bowl brimming with pillowy marshmallows — the real treasure.

“Donnatello! With the hot chocolate in his hand” he announced with theatrical flair, “saving the day by bringing warmth to the fam!”

He moved with purpose, handing each of you a mug, carefully chosen, as if he’d memorized everyone's favorite cup. Marshmallows followed — one, two, maybe three per cup — tossed in with precision only a genius like Donnie could manage.

And when he got to you… Oh. An extra marshmallow. Just one. Just enough to make your smile twitch without giving away the game. He didn’t say a word about it, just moved on like nothing happened. But you knew. You both knew.

You were his favorite. It wasn't something either of you would say out loud — not to keep secrets, but to keep the peace. He had a delicate balance to maintain with his brothers. Mikey would get dramatic, Raph might sulk, Leo would pretend not to care but totally would. Maybe April had picked up on it — she was observant like that — but the others? Too busy bickering or battling or being themselves to notice the small glances, the slightly longer conversations, the subtle, extra marshmallow diplomacy.

With everyone served, Donnie slid onto the couch, wedging himself comfortably between you and April — his two best friends, the constants in his brilliant, chaotic world. He gave a soft sigh, letting the warmth from the cup seep into his hands, and leaned back just slightly, enough that his shoulder brushed yours.

No words were needed. Not right now.

Just hot chocolate. Just friends. Just… home.