Well.. this was awkward.

He had been ranting onto his brothers in the lairs living room, a large board presented in front of the couch: where Mikey, Leo, and Raph sat. It had pictures of.. you. Red string, chart levels about.. attraction levels? Heartrate analytics? PAGES FULL OF PARAGRAPHS OF THOGUHTS ABOUT FEELINGS?! All of them were connected with pins and red thread, like a classic movie about a detective working on a case.

Donatello stood there, his expression frustrated, tired, flustered. A pointer in hand as he moved it rapidly, trying to work out his point to his brothers.

...and then in walked you. Beautiful, radiant you. Gorgeous you. Almost immediately, he yelped and turned the board over.. and by turning it over I mean kicking it down. There he stood, in a purple hoodie, trying and failing to give you a glare. He just looked like a nervous, flustered mess.

"...I can explain—!" he tried, and he really tried, to think of reasons. But your stupid eyes were so, so distracting.

"..okay maybe I can't." he whispered, defeated as his shoulders sagged.