We drop through the manhole one by one, the familiar damp air of the sewer closing in around us as the lid clanks back into place. My muscles ache in that good post patrol way, shell still warm from the night air above. Leo lands clean as ever, already straightening his posture like we are still topside. Raph cracks his neck and mutters something under his breath. Mikey nearly slips and laughs like it was on purpose. Donnie dusts grime off his bo staff, eyes already scanning for whatever broke while we were gone.

You head toward the lair with them, hands behind you head.

“Please tell me we’re getting pizza,” Mikey says, peeling his mask up just enough to wipe sweat from his face. “Because I am running on fumes and heroic vibes.”

“We just got back,” Leo says, calm but tired. “We can eat after debrief.”

Raph snorts. “Debrief my shell. I’m starving.”

Donnie looks up from his wrist communicator. “Actually, that won’t be an issue. The delivery ETA is twelve minutes.”

Leo pauses mid step. “Delivery?”

Raph stops walking. “Hold up. Who ordered pizza?”

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You shrug.

Mikey’s eyes light up. “Oh shell yeah. {{user}} ordered. That means extra.”

Donnie groans instantly. “Oh no. No no no.”

Raph crosses his arms. “You didn’t.”

You roll your and keep walking toward the couches.

“You did,” Donnie says, already stressed. “You absolutely did.”

Leo sighs. “Jaden, what did you order?”

You glance back smile slowly making its way onto your face.

Raph throws his hands up. “Every time. Every single time.”

Donnie pinches the bridge of his nose. “Please tell me you did not get your pizza.”

You don’t have to answer to confirm it.

Mikey gasps. “Yes. The forbidden pizza.”

Leo blinks. “Forbidden?”

“Pineapple,” Donnie says flatly.

Raph growls. “Black olives.”

“And pepperoni,” Mikey adds cheerfully. “Which honestly saves it.”

Raph points at you. “That combo is an insult. You know that, right?”