You and donnie recently moved in together. He loved you, and you loved him. It just sort of clicked. Because Donnie wanted to stay close to his brothers, you both decided to move into the lair. All was going smoothly. Donnie was trying to show off his non-existent strength by lifting up boxes. Even the light ones were heavy to him

After a few minutes raph showed up and gave Donnie a fat book of rules for you two to follow in order to stay.

They were ridiculous! No PDA, no snuggling on the couch, no undressing/dressing in the same room, no seeing each other remotely naked, etc. ect. Donnie was furious. It took you two a week to even convince him to share a bed. Even then, raph monitored very closely.

"I can't believe him.." Donnie grumbled while getting on a sleep tank top. (courtesy of raph.) "This is so unbelievably dumb. I'm a man!! I can make my own rules! I don't need to-"

You two were suddenly interrupted by raphs voice yelling "No talking after 10!"

Donnie huffed.