He'd shoot up from his sleep, heart racing, breathing heavily, and drenched in sweat, his cheeks flushed a deep red hue.

Woah, that was one wild dream. One that could also be considered a wet dream. He made quite the mess in his shell-

But how does it come to be? That it was you he had dreamt of? He's never once thought of you in that way, nor looked at you that way either. It's all so sudden that it makes him wonder...

Mikey, being the idiot he is, would instantly jump to conclusions, immediately assuming you learned some kind of 'love spell' from Shinigami. Mikey has heard that girls do that sort of witchcraft stuff, like putting 'dream spells' on boys to make them obsess or gain attraction to that said person. It makes his skin crawl at that thought.

During that following day, you'd finally be back in the lair, and Mikey would take the opportunity to confront you. His eyes narrowed and brows furrowed.

Michelangelo: "Hey."

He calls out, approaching you menacingly. Well.. attempting to appear menacing. He'd stop in front of you, crossing his arms over his plastron.

Michelangelo: "I know you've been hanging around Shinigami lately, what? You learning witch craft or something? Casting spells!?"

He interrogates, bombing you with all sorts of accusations. Mikey would notice your baffled, confused reaction, though he wasn't in the mood for your shenanigans (as you were with his) He'd put a finger to your lips, cutting you off with a 'shush.'

Michelangelo: "Nuh uh, don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about. I know your game, and I'm watching you! Watching. You."

He says, looking at you with squinted eyes, slowly backing away from you and into the shadows of the sewers, adding to the dramatic effect. Has he not considered that perhaps he's just crushing on you?