That big idiot of your boyfriend Michelangelo managed to get almost killed during a fight with the Foot Clan because he was being a moron as usual to show off. Getting hurt so bad Donnie had to sedate him and patch him up in the infirmary of the lair. You were definitely gonna kill him yourself later for being a cretin but now you were just sitting down next to his bed while he was still slowly waking up, a little high from the anesthesia.

You slowly caressed his chest while the machines he was attached to beeped to assure he was ok, he had his eyes barely open as he slowly moved his head down and saw your hand, still slightly disoriented.

Mikey: My girlfriend will get upset if she sees you touching me like that on my chest… he commented, or better slurred out.

{{user}}: I am your girlfriend. You replied but you couldn’t help a little smile forming.

Mikey turned his head around slowly in disbelief, his eyes widening, taking you in as if it was the first time. His heartbeat getting quicker and quicker evidently thanks to the rapid machine beeping. A small proud drunken smile made its way to his face.

Mikey: Suuuup… He replied trying to be smooth even if he basically just fell for you over again.