The orange peel theory
You saw this trend on TikTok, and now you must try it with your boyfriend. Would they pass the test?
General verses / sfw / ninja guys are late 20's
"Honey, I was wondering if you could help me peel this orange," you say before sitting next to him on the couch. His favorite show was about to start.
Leo looked at the orange, then at you, before taking it with a sweet smile. "Gladly."
This man never misses an opportunity to impress you.
Leo peeled a fragment with the sharp end of his katana, then removed it entirely with precise movements. He stole a few glances at you, wearing a flirty smile.
"Thank you, Leo."
He grins. "It's always an honor to help you."
"Babe, are you busy?"
Raphael turned, his eyes lighting up at the sight of you.
"I was just about to go on patrol. Why?"
"Would you mind helping me peel this orange?"
He tilted his head. You weren't one to ask for help with trivial stuff. Yet, Raphael shrugged, minding the way your eyes seemed to sparkle. It brought a smile to his face.
"Sure! Pass it over."
Raph peeled the orange, mindful not to bruise it as you admired the strength in his hands and his clumsy attempt at gentleness.
"Here you go."
It looked ridiculously tiny in his hand. You giggled. "Thanks, babe."
"Thanks?" Raph leaned over the wall, trapping you between his plastron and the bricks. "A kiss is the price to pay," he teased.
"Hey, love, I was wondering if you'd help me peel my orange?"
Donatello tuned to you, adjusting his glasses over his nose. "Of course, I'd be happy to assist," he gave you a sweet smile before cleaning up his hands.
"Would you like the orange peeled only, or do you want it sliced into wedges? I can put it on a plate— I think we have some little toothpicks around here; they'll help you eat it more comfortably," He said, moving through the place.
You weren't sure if he was talking to you or thinking out loud, but it mattered not. He definitely passed the vibe check. You were with the right man and couldn't be happier.
"Mikey baby, would you help me peel this?" you said, handing him the orange.
He was thrilled anytime you made him feel needed.
"Sure thing, angel. Watch and learn from the master of orange-peeling!" he said in an attempt to show off.
He's probably waving unexisting brows.
You sighed in that endearing way that only surfaced when he was around. Mikey eagerly peeled the orange and then bowed to present it to you.
"Thank you, mister."
"Anything for my baby!"
He'll be happy if you ask to eat it together.
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Hi so I was the one who sent the ask about taking requests and if you're interested here's my ask: Ok so you know how donnie disguises himself to go tech club with the purple dragons? So how about one where mikey disguises himself too so he can go to art class since he loves art. And one day he comes back to the lair looking down and all his brothers notice. He tells them that he's being picked on in class because of his art by an obnoxious classmate. And after he does so his bros look ready to throw down, with raph punching a training dummy straight in half, donnie trying to air-strike the kids house and leo ominously sharpening his swords. Just an idea I'd love to see but please don't rush if you decide to do it.
When Mikey goes up to Donnie and asks him about signing up for an art class, Donnie hesitates.
"It didn't really work out for me," Don shrugs in a monotone voice, "they're now my sworn enemies." And it's true when he did disguise himself to appeal to the humans and get into some tech club, he now cringes; the Purple Dragons turned out to be evil. So maybe it was just shit luck on his end.
"Okay, but Dee," Mikey starts, "you don't understand, I want to grow as an artist, and I feel limited with my art skills without a teacher."
And Donnie wants to tell him that his art is perfectly fine, but as someone who's into tech, he wishes he could blab about it with someone who understands – like the Purple Dragons, he thinks to himself, and maybe even learn more. But, of course, he's already good at his skill, but another opinion wouldn't be so bad. So, he gets Mikey in a way.
Maybe April can help with this, sign up for the class under her name, and he'd disguise himself.
"Okay, I'll talk to April and see what we can do."
"Ohmigosh, thanks, Dee!" Mikey goes into a hug, but Donnie doesn't hug back; he just gives him a faltered smile.
X
With Donnie and April's help, they manage to get Mikey into this class in her high school. April said something about how she's supposed to take art for credit but didn't actually want to, so she's happy that Mike can take it for her.
But of course, Mike has to disguise himself. He's wearing his signature orange hoodie and has the hood over his head. In addition, he has these neon green joggers and red crocs; they're Raph's and fit a little too big for him, but he has them in sports mode, and they don't look too bad on him. He's also wearing a neon orange mask like the other kids have to wear during class; thanks to Rona, he has a clip holding it back since he technically has no ears. But he's happy they have to wear masks, so he can hide from the other kids.
He sits in the back of the class and limits himself from talking. He came to learn, not socialize. As much as he'd love to, he reminds himself he's not human, and they're not like April. The kids will freak out if they found out.
But he's slowly accepted in the class; despite being the "quiet kid," his art is excellent, and his teacher, Ms. Estrada, always puts up the kids' artwork one by one to talk and critique it.
Mike comes to find out that he does more graffiti-style street art. It's never criticized and quite accepted by Estrada. He feels more confident in his work.
X
"How was your class, Miguel," Leo asks behind a comic book, looking over at him.
"Good," Mike answers, pulling down his mask, "Ms. Estrada likes my style!"
"Sounds good, Hermano," Leo looks away and goes back to reading, and Mike sits next to him, having a bunch of stories to tell him in the 40-minute class.
Leo beams, setting his comic book down to listen to his brother's ramble.
X
Coming home from class, Mike usually has all this pent-up energy. His brothers know him very well, so when he comes home, his hand is on the opposite shoulder and sagging. Raph instantly knows something wrong.
"Hey, Mikey." Raph greets his brother, but Mikey faces away from him.
"Hi." Comes the quiet voice.
Raph looks over to Leo and makes eye contact with him, eyes shifting to Mike's. Leo instantly gets up from the couch and joins him. Donnie stays behind and, on his phone, but he's there and listening.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Raph's voice is soft and in big brother mode. He bends his knees to look at Mikey better.
Mike's heart is on his sleeve; no matter how hard he tries to hide his feelings, it always bleeds through. He's kind of ashamed; he thought he could handle this himself.
"I think a kid is being rude to me." He wants to say bullying, but it sounds so cliché.
Donnie stops and looks up from his phone.
"Who's being rude to you?" He asks before Raph and Leo can.
"I – I don't know, really. I think this kid is, but he doesn't say anything to me. When Estrada shows my artwork, he's pointing and laughing at it." Mike still won't make eye contact, and he feels the tension in the air. But he continues, "at first, I thought he was laughing with me, so I'd chuckle too, but then he'd stop. After a few times of showing my artwork, I realized he's making fun of my art, and maybe… maybe me?" He shrugs half-heartedly. He feels the tears threatening to spill, but he's holding it back, but he can't control his voice wavering.
"Mikey, hey…" Raph puts a hand on his shoulder and looks ready to say something. Leo beats him to the punch.
"Why don't we go and teach this kid a lesson?" Leo says dramatically, punching his fist on his palm.
"Leo." Raph threatens, "he's like 14; we can't just beat him up."
"No, no," Donnie interrupts, "I agree with Leon. Violence is the answer."
"Donnie," he hisses, but he wants to teach this kid not to mess with their brother.
"Guys, guys. It's okay." Mike wipes off a tear, "this is just…new to me."
"It shouldn't even be happening to you," Raph tells him, and Donnie's wielding his tech bo glaringly with a chainsaw sticking out.
"Donnie." Raph threatens again.
Donnie turns off the chainsaw, but he still has his bo in his hands. "Look, this punk kid will continue unless we do something."
"I think I have an idea," Leo says, a smile on his face.
Raph's not sure what his idea is and doesn't want to know. All he knows is that the next day, the three of them focused solely on Mike's bully.
X
Raph throws a hard punch at the dummy in the dojo. It swings, creaking under momentum, and comes back to him. He punches again, and this time, the dummy falls to the ground with a broken chain.
"Cool it, Hermano," Leo tells him, sharpening his Odachi; the smell of honing oil is strong, and Raph picks up the discarded dummy.
"Sorry," Raph says half-heartedly, he tries to put the chain back on, but it's broken. He sighs, frustration wrinkled on his forehead.
Leo lifts his Odachi from the whetstone, looking over to Raph. "Donnie can fix that," he tells him, "But you losing your cool can't."
Raph nods heavily; he hates seeing Mikey upset. He'd rather try and lift a school bus than see his brother sad. When Raph was appointed leader, he told himself he'd protect his brothers, but this? A grade B bully? They all are wearing their disguises, it only being 10 in the morning, Mike’s class is starting soon.
Mikey enters the dojo and sees the fallen dummy and Leo sharpening his Odachi. "You guys…" He pleads quietly, tired and over it, "you don't have to."
"Oh, sweet child," Leo looks over glaringly, "but we will."
Mikey sometimes is thankful for his brothers; it may be meddling, maybe a little petty, for the younger one to bring his big brothers to rescue him. But he's thankful. Donnie comes out of nowhere, mumbling and typing on his sleeve, asking for the kid's name to target him. Mike can barely hear what Donnie's saying, but he knows he heard something about an airstrike and laughs.
Mikey looks over at them and smiles. He knows his brothers have his back.
The poor kid doesn't even know what's coming.
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