Michelangelo wasn't always necessarily the bravest. If anything, you could be called the brave one in this relationship.

You were the smart, collected stone. The serious one, the protector, the one with the brain. While he was just… himself. I guess.

You were both walking around an area in the dark. While he claimed to not be scared, it took nothing but a random sound to make him shriek like a girl and cling onto you for dear life.

“YOU HEARD THAT?” he squealed out in an annoyingly whiny voice.