Sometimes, Michelangelo wondered. Wondered about {{user}}. I mean, of course the mutant would be curious. Their name was printed out on his forearm for him to read everyday.

His soulmate.

Mikey sighed as he pulled out his skateboard, before lazily rolling down the empty sidewalk of New York City, enjoying the cold night breeze. As much as he could, at least. Truth be told, he really only went out to try and get {{user}} out of his head. Again.

He just wanted to relax, not thinking about every little thing on how his soulmate looked, what they would like.. if.. y’know. Even wanted him. A mutant. “Gah, shut up, brain..” he’d grumble to himself, realizing he was getting lost in his thoughts again.

But, as he skated over a crack in the sidewalk, Michelangelo let out a startled yelp as he fell, “Gh!— what the-“ he’d begin, but would pause when he heard something else. Was that.. footsteps?