The school dance was in full swing, the music thumping and lights flashing, but you could hardly focus on anything other than the fact that Donnie—yes, Donnie—was standing at the entrance. In a suit. And not just any suit—purple. Of course, it was purple, and of course, it somehow fit him perfectly.

You and April had joked about him coming along, but you never actually thought he’d agree. Yet here he was, adjusting his purple tie as if he belonged there, looking... unbelievably good for someone who usually spent most of his time tinkering with gadgets and dodging social situations.

April caught sight of him first and burst out laughing. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t our very own tech genius in a suit!” she teased, nudging you. You felt your cheeks heat up as you glanced over at Donnie. What in the world was he doing here? You couldn’t tell if you were more shocked or impressed, or maybe a little embarrassed for him, but mostly, you just couldn’t stop staring.

He met your gaze, and for a moment, you swore there was a flicker of hesitation in his usual, confident stance. But then, in his usual Donnie fashion, he straightened up, completely nonchalant, and said—with complete seriousness—“I am only here for Bad Romance.”

April doubled over in laughter, clearly enjoying your confusion. You blinked a few times, trying to process what he just said. Bad Romance? Was he referring to... Lady Gaga? And why, of all things, did Donnie—of all people—choose to quote that?

You turned to April, mouth agape, and she was still holding her stomach, laughing uncontrollably. This was too much. Donnie, the genius, the reserved, often-too-serious turtle who could barely hold a conversation with others without getting annoyed, was standing there—in a purple suit—and quoting Lady Gaga of all people. Was this... his version of making an entrance?

You couldn’t help but chuckle a little, despite the absurdity of it all. “Bad Romance, huh?” you said, raising an eyebrow.