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Doesn't make this elaborate monologues about the beauty of life, instead he validate his feelings, tells him he can understand him, his pain, his unwilling to live after everything it has happened. The only thing he does tells him is he's going to be lonely without him because, after all, Megumi Is everything Yuuji has.

And that's enough for Megumi to fight back.

YOU

Do you know what you’ve done?! WELL DO YA?! Your little sketch with the boys and their cuddling has been rotating on my mind like a microwave for the pst couple months my dude. Like…it’s giving me ideas it’s so thought incredibly provoking. Especially the Donnie one. Now I’m not a Donnie stan (I appreciate him as a fellow nerdy dork) but like…that sketch got me feeling some kind of way. I don’t know if you intended this, but like…do you ever think about the intimacy of Donnie being the big spoon? Man’s a soft shell. He knows this, accepts it and even wears it with pride. He literally has an entire shell line designed to highlight and protect this so called “soft” part about him. But despite having a softer shell than his rough and tough brothers, his leathery shell still has more a defense than the simple skin and muscle that is your back. Do you think he thinks about that as he holds you, cool fingers gently tracing each notch of your spine, understanding that this simple structure was literally the center of it all? It’s holds and protects the spinal cord which is the freeway for thought that leads to that intricate delicacy that is your mind. One he never gets bored of trying to explore.

It’s the center of nerves which then allows you to move, bend, stretch, grow and even dance with him in graceful ways that he himself unfortunately can not due to the limitations of being a turtle.

This spine is what holds your ribs which protects your heart. One that he is still surprised on the daily that beats with fond thoughts towards him.

And here you lay within his arms, willingly exposing one of the most vulnerable parts about yourself to him without a single thought, a single concern. Nothing. Just blind blatant trust. Can you imagine Donnie slotting himself behind you, pulling your back flush against the protection of his plastron. His arms wrapping tightly around your waist as he all but cradles you against his body, nuzzling his beak into your sweet scented hair and pressing a tender kiss to the back of your head. That’s the beautiful thing about being human he supposes, that you share that vulnerable with the rest of the world, willing or not, with little to no defenses. No battle shell. Nothing. You go out and face the world. Bare. Every. Single. Day. Well… it doesn’t have to be nothing any longer. You have Donnie now. And while he’s no Raphael when it comes to general strength, Donnie has always, ALWAYS, taken great pride in protecting what he cherishes. Not to brag or anything, but Donnie’s defense are in fact top notch and state of the art. And let’s face it, the data is adding up to the point he couldn’t even fight the statistics if he tried.

Donnie cherishes you.

And if you can be brave and vulnerable in baring your back to him…Donnie supposes he can too.

Even if it means having to expose his soft shell to the rest of the wretched cold world enable to protect you. He’d do it in a heartbeat, Donnie realizes. He’d do it for you. Do you ever think about the intimacy and the symbolism of Donnie being the big spoon?

I,

UH

Hold on-

(PLEASE CLICK FOR BETTER QUALITY I WORKED SO HARD WAUHHHH- that's a younger Preston btw) -Anyway, this is more of a study piece than anything. I loved adding the textures so i'd appriciate it if you zoom in to look at stuff. Sorry I put off drawing for so long, just wasn't feeling it y'know? _Orange_ Extra: