Donatello and August O'Neil

Life had gotten weird ever since they had met August O'Neil.

Or, well, weirder. "Normal" was relative for sewer dwelling mutant ninjas.

For one thing, the Hamato Clan have gotten themselves involved in what they can only describe as an alien conspiracy, turning humans and animals into monsters lurking the back-alleys of New York. Another was Splinter's lifelong enemy had found them and were conspiring to make turtle soup out of his sons.

But for one turtle, things have changed in a fundamental way.

Donatello was in love.

Maybe it was the bright-red hair, the freckles that lined his cute face, the peculiar way those shorts emphasized the curvature of his butt.

His brothers thought he was crazy. Mainly because they didn't see what he was seeing.

Leo didn't have much to say on the matter. Raph found the human anatomy to be a little too weird for him. "Rubbery skin" he would typically say. It took Michelangelo at least ten minutes too long for him to realize that his brother's stupid expression and his flowery vernacular were because he was crushing on a human.

Master Splinter didn't seem to mind. In fact, he admitted that he expected as much. Apparently, Donnie had a crush on a dashing samurai from an old Chambara movie Splinter put on when they were only eight. He liked August fine, but he figured that Donatello had to figure out how love worked on his own. Fatherly advice could only go so far.

"Look, I know you like him, but you don't think you have a shot with him, do you?" Asked Raphael. He was trying to be delicate, but Raphael was more of a blunt instrument. "I mean, do you really think you two would make it work?"

"What do you know Raph?!" Shouted Donatello, feeling all of his buttons being pushed at once. Suddenly his racing mind started to spiral. "What's wrong with me, huh? I'm smart, I'm fit, I know how to fix any engine and cell-phone-- it's cause I'm a guy isn't it? I know he hangs out with that Irma chick and he might--"

"Bro, August wears denim short shorts. No straight guy wears denim short shorts and make it work like August," said Raphael. "I was talking about the fact that you're a disgusting green mutant that lives in the sewer."

Raphael saw his brother's expression fall and was quick to try and mend it.

"B-But who knows? Maybe there's a handsome mutant lizard out there for you. There are other fish in the sea."

"Wait, are we looking for a fish or a lizard?" Asked Mikey. "What about Leatherhead? He's pretty lizardy. Don't know if Donnie's his type though."

Donnie suddenly took on a yellowish hue. Never mind the fact that he wasn't sure if the mutant crocodile was into men, he didn't find Leatherhead all that attractive himself, what with all the roaring and the teeth and the face-grabbing.

"I uh... I gotta lie down."

As the purple one walked off to his lab, Leo gave Raph a sour look.

"What?" Remarked Raph.