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It was raining today.
The first of many for the following months, Donnie presumes. It was nearing winter, it being the last month of autumn until December comes. Their first December since the invasion.
It was raining. Rain was nice, they hum, pressing their hand against the cool glass of one of their room's windows. Ever since their old home was destroyed, and they moved to the abandoned subway, they've always felt a vague sense of unease crawling around them like little ants. It's been a while since then and they're still getting used to it. They didn't do well with change- not at all.
But rainy days always calmed their nerves. The authentic, real kind. Playing the sounds of rain didn't soothe their mind in the same way. Underground, here, they could barely hear it. It was one of the reasons they resented moving. Among others.
But with rain, came thunder, a sound that one of their brothers hated with a passion. It always shook him awake, no matter the situation, no matter the time of day, no matter how deep underground they were. With the sounds being so harsh and loud, the droplets pelting on the ground like little soft bullets and lightning lighting up the dark sky, they determined it was inevitable that Michelangelo would show up at their door soon like he always did.
Their orange brother stood in the doorway of their room, rubbing her tired eyes.
"...Sky's screamin'..." He mutters quietly, sleepiness tinting every edge of his words despite the tension lining her shoulders. Silently, Donnie beckoned their sister in, with a sign to close the door after himself. He carried a pillow in his other hand, with a grip so strong it must be leaving wrinkles in the fabric.
They knew Mikey was kind of ashamed of her fear. He felt like it was irrational- it was just thunder. Just a noise, just a flash in the sky. It had no reason to make her feel like her heart was about to jump out of her chest.
But all the same as to when they were both kids, she shuffled deeper into their room and collapsed into their waiting arms. Donatello wraps their arms around their younger brother's chest as arms encircled their neck like a lifeline. Mikey always seeked physical touch when she was scared. She knew they were never really asleep during the night like they should be (and oh boy, if their other brothers knew about that they'd never hear the end of it), and the only person they were really okay with touching most of the time was him, so it just became a thing. And it was just common that Donnie would be awake during thunderstorms.
They were kind of opposites, in almost every way. It showed in their personalities, and their respective hatred and affinity for thunderstorms- or storms in general.
Donnie reaches for their headphones on the bedside table and carefully slips it onto their brother's ears. They have a designated playlist for moments just like these. Anything to help block out the raging noises that she hated so much. They turn it up to a calm volume and sets aside their phone.
"I- I don't understand how you can like the rain so much…" Mikey mumbles with a slight laugh. Without the motivation to speak and with their hands being occupied, they just scoff with a silent message to go to sleep. That was redirected right back at them with the familiar vigor of Mikey's downright terrifying alter-ego.
While touching someone for a long time may feel suffocating or uncomfortable at times; right now, they felt right at ease. They hug their sister tightly when thunder crackles from the sky.
Mikey clocks out after mere minutes of being held by her sibling and quiet tunes.
And if Donnie doesn't fall asleep until the storm clears? That stays between them and them only. May God bless their soul if Leo finds out.