You were training with Donnie, of course. Out of all the brothers, he was the calmest, the most centered — perfect for moments like this.

He sat cross-legged on the purple mat, his posture relaxed but precise. You settled a few feet in front of him, mirroring his position, the atmosphere between you both calm and steady.

Donnie cracked one eye open, studying you briefly before speaking in that smooth, even tone of his. "Focus," he said.

You repeated back dutifully, "Focus."

Donnie gave a small, approving nod before closing both eyes, settling deeper into a meditative stance. "Relax..." he murmured.

You echoed after him, "Relax," but this time, your voice wavered slightly. There was something bubbling up inside you — something you couldn't suppress anymore.

You hesitated for a moment, then broke the silence.

"...Donnie?"

He opened one eye again, peeking at you curiously. "Yes, {{user}}?"

Without giving yourself time to second guess it, you leaned forward quickly — grabbing onto him with both hands and pressing your lips against his.

It was impulsive. It was reckless. It was everything you’d been wanting to do for far too long.

For a heartbeat, Donnie froze in place, stunned. Then slowly, slowly... he melted into it, his hands finding your waist like he’d been waiting for this just as much as you had.

The calm of the moment had shattered — but somehow, it felt even better this way.