You were utterly obsessed—no, enthralled—with him. A purple-masked mutant softshell turtle, brilliant beyond reason, with a voice like velvet and eyes that saw the world in algorithms and mysteries. Donatello.

Did you ever really know if he loved you back? Did he think about you at night the way you thought of him? Did his circuits skip a beat when your fingers brushed his, purely by “accident”? No. You didn’t know. Why?

Because you never asked. Because deep down, you feared the answer more than anything. Rejection wasn't part of the plan. You knew what you were. You knew you were a Yandere. And Yanderes? Well... they’re a special kind of devoted.

They cling. They protect. They possess.

But you weren’t reckless. You didn’t want to scare him off. No, no—he was precious, delicate. A genius like him needed a gentle hand… and complete surveillance. So, you did what any sane, rational, completely normal admirer would do. You ordered cameras.

Tiny, microscopic ones—practically invisible to the naked eye. You hid them strategically in his room: tucked between his books on quantum mechanics, nested in the corners of his lab, disguised as screws in the wall. $50 on Amazon. Two-day shipping. Worth. Every. Cent. It gave you peace. You watched his long nights at his workstation, the way his brow furrowed when frustrated, the way he mumbled equations in his sleep. It wasn’t creepy. It was love.

Then, about a month later... it happened. It was a Friday night—movie night tradition in the lair. But that evening, neither of you felt up for a film. The others had scattered off, and you were left alone with him, electricity buzzing silently in the air. He looked at you with that sly, knowing smirk.

“So… {{user}},” he said, voice low and teasing, “Truth... or dare~?”

Your heart thudded. You swallowed and chose... Truth. He paused. Barely above a whisper, he muttered:

“Did you install cameras in my room?”

Your blood ran cold. He knew. He KNEW?! How?! When?! Had you missed a wire? A reflection? Was he bluffing? Testing you? The air stood still between you. Your heart pounded louder than any movie soundtrack.