Donatello turned to look at April who was already looking up at him with a soft smile, walking around the kitchen island and collecting the pizza boxes, putting the remaining slices together in a box and into the fridge for another day. Donatello coughed, attempting to be smooth while leaning on the counter, slipping on a little bit of pizza grease and shakily standing up, looking at her with a nervous grin which caused her to laugh. Music to his ears.

Donatello: Should I show you to your room? O-Or would you prefer a proper home tour considering that this is your home now too?

He shifted on his feet nervously after saying that out loud, watching her face closely as she put a finger to her chin in thought.

April: I suppose seeing the room and setting myself up in there before an official home tour would be the smartest move.

April walked around the counter, taking a napkin and handing it to Donatello before making her way to the couch to grab her bags. She felt the weight of them quickly leave her body as soon as she felt it on her shoulders, looking up to see Donatello holding both bags with one hand. They weren't necessarily heavy but seeing him do so with such precision and ease was still impressive to her. The chivalrous act did cause her heart to flutter a little especially it being partnered with that signature gap toothed grin.

Donatello was already walking towards the back hall of the lair, an area that April had not really been before. She did a bit of a brisk walk to catch up, turning the corner and seeing a row of doors clearly made by Donatello a while ago. Watching as he pointed out the corresponding brother to the corresponding door. Making it to the end of the hall and swinging open the newest looking door out of the set, walking inside, setting her bags down on a freshly made bed.

Donatello: And this is your room, right across the hall from mine…o-of course if that is an issue we can change it around, I just thought that maybe…

Donatello trailed off as April walked into the room. It was larger than her previous room with a few sweet touches the brothers all threw in to attempt to make her feel more at home. She walked over to the dresser with a matching vanity mirror, turning to Donatello with a shy smile, her cheeks pink at the sentiment behind the piece of furniture.

April: This is new isnt it..

Donatello shyly nodded, fiddling with the strap running across his body nervously. Gesturing to the furniture and approaching it.

Donatello: W-Well we saw it the other day while patrolling, I thought maybe you would…I don't know, enjoy it?

April smiled wide and went in, hugging Donatello. This right here was one of the reasons she knew above all else that she did indeed have some form of romantic feelings for the lanky turtle. He thinks of her in a way that no one else has and has opened her eyes to so many things about herself through kind and compassionate ways. April felt her cheeks get hot when Donatello wrapped his arms around her as well, feeling his heart thumping in his chest. Letting the embrace linger for a moment before April pulled back to look at him with a smile, taking one of his hands with her own. Internally giggling at the look of nervous joy on his face to be holding her hand, clearing his throat and looking at her.

Donatello: I am glad you like it, I thought it would make the room feel a little more…ya know inside a home verses in the depth of a sewer system..

April let out a soft laugh, his face melting even more with affection for her, before shaking his head and focusing on the task at hand, unpacking. The two of them moved to her bags together and worked on unpacking the contents. A few personal objects like photos and things that hold importance to April which she scattered across the room, and books. Donatello sat on the bed, unpacking the bag and passing the belongings to April as she set up the room to her specifications, hardly paying attention to the things he was even grabbing anymore, just watching her dance around the space, attempting to make it fit her and succeeding at it like she always does. Donatello let out a sigh of comfort just watching her, April turning to look at him when her face turned bright red, her hands jumping up to her mouth in shock, shyly pointing to Donatello's hands.

April: Um Donnie, I think I uh…I think I can handle that part…

Donatello paused, feeling the object in his hands as his own face turned bright from his embarrassment, slowly looking down to see the pair of black underwear in his hands. His eyes darted down to the bed beside him to see the pile of other undergarments, quickly setting them down as if it had the power to obliterate him, looking at her nervously.

Donatello: M-My bad! I uh, I had not noticed what I was holding in my hands! S-So sorry..

Way to go idiot, now she really is not going to want to sleep across the hall from you…

Donatello quickly jumped to his feet, attempting to leave when April walked over, taking his arm and pulling him back to the bed, collecting the undergarments and putting them in her new dresser, looking at him with a kind smile.

April: Hey hey, it's okay! I'll just take these and put them away so no more of that can happen!

Donatello let out a sigh of relief, a relaxed smile on his face.

Donatello: Why are you so perfect..

Donatello's face quickly warped from relaxed into something far more stiff, looking and seeing the shock on April's face paired with the blush on her face from before reappearing. Donatello looked ahead of him, realizing what he had just done.

Donatello: I appear to have said this out loud…d-didn't I?

April stared at him down, watching him closely before making any move. The look on his face made her want to just run over and comfort him but her own nerves were getting the better of her, slowly sitting down. Donatello groaned and put his face in his hands, shaking his head. He couldn't face her at this moment, although he knew the words that were about to come out of her mouth. The rejection he knew was coming, he just never hoped he actually had to face it himself, forever being some kind of unspoken acknowledgment.

April: do…do you really think I am perfect Donnie?

Donatello paused, this wasn't what he had expected to hear from her, but perhaps the rejection was going to be a second course to this ridiculous question. He raised his head and gave a bit of an defeated snort, looking at her with a longing in his eyes which only caused April to yearn to comfort him more.

Donatello: Does the sun rise every day? Does space have infinite galaxies? April…I am certain of many things, but the thing I am most certain about is that in my eyes you are perfection…b-but I understand already the second part of all this, we don't have to….we don't have to do this when I already know the answ-

Donatello was confused. He wasn't sure what was causing his words not to come out until the pressure on his lips was stronger. The smell of vanilla and lilacs was so strong, his absolute favorite smell in this world, he had documented it every time he and April would hug, or the few times she had granted him a kiss on the cheek for bravery or some harrowing experience. Donatello only realized what had happened to him when the sensation was over and April was pulling away, her eyes stern but loving in her way.

April: Donnie, don't answer things for me. Regarding how I feel or think about things…

April looked down, the blush on her face so bright in the dim lighting of the room. Donatello took in a sharp breath, putting his hand on her cheek, rubbing her freckles gently with his thumb. His eyes are full of uncertainty and longing. April looked up at him before giving him the ultimate green light, closing her eyes and leaning toward him. Donatello found himself pushing his mouth to hers before he could even rationalize what was happening. April let out a sigh though the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck, fully putting herself in this moment together with him. Out of everything that has happened in this life, the one thing she will always treasure and adore is getting to meet Donatello Hamato.

Donatello held on to the beautiful red head before him, kissing her with everything he had. This moment had played out in his mind a hundred, no at least a thousand times before, but the reality of it was better than anything he could have ever hoped for. A whimper escaped his lips when she pulled away, her small warm hands caressing his cheeks. Her blue eyes looked deeply into his brown eyes full of hope and desperation, searching for some kind of logical answer to all of this.

April: I like you Donatello. You…You're my best friend and the only thing I am certain of right now in my life are my feelings for you. So please give yourself more credit..

April smiles and gives Donatello a playful little tap on the cheek, his eyes still staring her down, blinking a few times before really processing everything that happened. That gleeful grin spread on his face as he eagerly wrapped his arms around her, picking her up off the bed in a hug. His joy is absolutely infectious.

Donatello: Oh Shell April you have no idea how long I have wanted to do that!

Donatello put her down, looking at her as if she was about to take it all back. April giggled and looked at him, smiling sincerely.

April: you and me both Donnie…You and me both…

Donatello signed out a smile, looking at his T-phone and making a face, looking back to April who was already climbing into bed, yawning. Donnie smiled softly, moving the bags off the bed and tucking her in as he has done every time he has visited her at her old apartment, or fallen asleep on the couch. Slowly backing out of the room, calling out quietly as he turned off the lights and closed the door to her room, across the hall from his room, in their home.

Donatello: Goodnight April…can't wait to see you tomorrow..