“God it hurts—“ Michelangelo would sob as he would cling onto you, his arms’ bright, glowing scars slowly fading as his powers would sizzle out. It was clear that he was in pain.

This was incredibly out of character for the mutant, as it would usually be Michelangelo comforting you instead.

He had overworked himself when practicing with his mystic abilities, and now this was happening, you gently shushing him as he cried.