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Donnie thinks he’s in love when he holds April O’Neil in his arms.
Donnie knows he is in love when she decapitates the head of a robot. He loves her strength and her passion like he loves her kindness and the beauty of April O’Neil.
He feels like his world is turned upside, but, no, that’s not it.
April’s just flipped him against the mats of the dojo. And she’s got that grin with a red face and sweat running down her forehead. She’s beautiful.
And he loves April O’Neil. Over and over and over again.
“Hiya, Donnie,” she says breathlessly wonderful, her eyes shining brilliantly down at him and he could get lost in them, lose himself in counting her freckles and studying her skin and her breath and hair that falls onto him with her laughs.
“H-hey.” and he smiles back, in some kind of bewildered amazement, up at her, breathing heavy.