mika’s blog

You were supposed to die right there.

But instead, you, younger now, wake up, disoriented, in the sewers; although they aren’t the same sewers anymore.

In hope of finding and reuniting with your friends, what you find shocks you. Although they’re your friends (Leo, Donnie, Raph and Mikey), something is off with them.

They are tots. Which means, Mikey not only saved you from being disintegrated, but also brought you back in time, to when they, your friends, were still tots.

🌷﹒ CHAPTERS ﹒🎀

♡₊˚ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 1

♡₊˚ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 2

♡₊˚ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 3

♡₊˚ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 4

♡₊˚ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 5

♡₊˚ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 6

♡₊˚ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 7

♡₊˚ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 8

♡₊˚ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 9

♡₊˚ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 10

♡₊˚ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 11

♡₊˚ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 12

♡₊˚ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 13

♡₊˚ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 14

♡₊˚ SPECIAL CHAPTER [MOTHER’S DAY🌸]

♡₊˚ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 15 — part 2

♡₊˚ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 16

♡₊˚ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 17 (coming soon)

and you hated it, so so so so much. or we’ll, that’s what you at least told yourself, because the first time you met him, you thought he was so exhausting, too loud and too friendly. you’ve been sitting alone beneath the staircase during lunch, as always, reading a book and enjoying the fact that you were alone…when a shadow just dropped into the seat beside you.

—hey.

—go away —you didn’t even look up.

—wow —he grinned—. that was kinda mean.

—and yet i’m still here waiting for you to leave.

but instead of leaving he just laughed, like, for real, as if you just threw the funniest joke ever. and from that moment on, for god knows which reasons, mikey decided you were interesting. and trust me, once mikey decided something, the universe itself struggled to stop him.

so, weeks later, somehow, you had become his girlfriend, his secret girlfriend, specifically. or at least, that was the plan, because unfortunately, mikey had the subtlety of a fireworks display. that’s why the first rumour appeared online after someone spotted him waiting outside your classroom; the second one started when people noticed he always sat next to you at lunch, and the third one began when a photo circulated showing him offering you a hoodie during a cold football match. and after that, the city practically decided that your relationship was real.

they even made fan accounts, or edits; there were also theories, and a random guy even created a timeline. a fucking timeline. and mikey just thought this was hilarious.

—they got the date wrong.

—what? —you nearly choked on your drink.

—the timeline —he pointed excitedly at his phone—. they said we started dating in october.

—we shouldn’t be discussing this —you stared at him.

—but we started dating in september.

—mikey.

—what? —his grin widened.

the worst part was that he wasn’t trying to tease you, at least not entirely tho; he just founded the entire situation fascinating, because to him, life was a giant story and stories were meant to be enjoyed, right?

to you, however, life felt more like standing on stage while everyone else watched. god, you hated attention; attention meant explanations, vulnerability and people noticing things. things like the way your face softened whenever mikey smiled or the way you unconsciously moved closer whenever he was sitting beside you, or even the way your sarcasm completely disappeared around him.

one rainy afternoon the two of you were alone backstage in the school auditorium after a theater rehearsal had just ended. outside the rain hammered against the windows. you were sitting on the edge of the stage while mikey swung his legs beside you, surprisingly quiet. you glanced sideways at him, but he was looking out at the empty rows of seats and the expression on his face surprised you.

—what’s wrong? —you asked.

—huh? —mikey blinked.

—you’re thinking.

—oh —he grinned—. you noticed.

—well, you make it pretty obvious.

—nah —he chuckled softly.

—come on, you literally look like a sad golden retriever —you said making him laugh this time as the sound echoed through the auditorium, but then his smile faded slightly.

—do the rumors bother you? —your chest tightened at his question, the question you’d both been avoiding.

—a little —you stared at the stage floor.

—because of me?

—no! —you say quickly— just because people won’t leave it alone —mikey nodded slowly, understanding your words completely.

—you know —he said after a while—, when we saved the city, i thought being famous would be awesome.

—and? —you glanced at him.

—and it is —that earned a reluctant snort from you—. but…—his voice softened—, sometimes it feels weird. people know who i am…—he shrugged—, but they don’t really know me.”

and something about the way he said it made your heart ache, because you realised that despite all his confidence there were moments when Mikey felt lonely too, like moments few people ever noticed, except for you, and thats maybe the reason you fell for him; not because he was famous or something like that, but because underneath all that noise was somebody endlessly kind and someone who saw beauty everywhere.

your hand moved before your brain could stop it and you reached over and intertwined your fingers with his. mikey immediately looked down, then he looked back up and smiled, making your face heated instantly and look away.

—there she is —he laughed softly.

—oh, shut up.

—the scary sarcastic girl disappeared again.

—i hate you.

—you absolutely don’t —unfortunately he was right. his hand remained wrapped around yours, then he squeezed it and flashed a familiar grin—. hey.

—no —you said because you already knew that tone.

—you don’t even know what I was gonna say!

—yes i do —you giggled softly.

—wanna get pizza? —his grin widened.

—Mikey —you stared at him

—what?

—you completely ruined the moment.

—counterpoint —he stood and offered his hand—, pizza.