Tmnt Boyfriend Scenarios

You're Sad :(- Leonardo

Key:

(~Y/N~)= You

(*Y/N*)= Raph's girlfriend

(-Y/N-)= Donnie's girlfriend

(#Y/N#)= Mikey's girlfriend.

(Also. This is when you start to believe your insecurity. I promise they'll be some fluff along with the feels.)

---At school---

As you walked down the halls, you heard people whispering. No doubt about your hair. Because you were slowly starting to overcome your insecurity, you wanted to do something bold. So you dyed it. It was a bold thing, even for you. It also gave you confidence.

"Ew. That's what emo and goth people do." A girl whispered to her friend. It stung a little, but you brushed it off, heading to find (*Y/N*) for first period Algebra. She was standing by her locker, waiting for you.

"Woah (~Y/N~), sick hair!" She said, looking at it. You blinked in surprise.

"R-really? I keep hearing people whisper about it. And let's just say they're not nice either." You replied a bit gloomy.

"Ah screw 'em. It's awesome. Let's go." (*Y/N*) said, dragging you by the wrist.

All day people taunted your hair, and even though you looked like it was nothing, it tore you up badly.

---After school---

Once you got home, you burst out crying. You ran to your room and looked at yourself in the mirror.

"Why is my hair so awful?" You cried, tugging at it.

Your sadness turned to anger, causing you to punch the mirror. It shattered into a million pieces and red droplets danced along your knuckles before they fell to thr ground. You stared at the floor littered with glass in shock as your knuckles continued to bleed.

Soon, you broke down again. You sunk to the floor and buried your head in your knees. A small tap was heard at your window. You ignored it.

Soon, you heard it slide open and a gasp.

"(Y/N)? What happened?" Leo said, rushing to your side. Your response was muffled crying.

"W-why can't I look good with my hair?" You whispered weakly.

"What?"

"Why can't my hair ever look good?! It always makes me feel like a freak!" You cried as he held you tight.

"Your hair is beautiful honey. Every day I see it and think, 'Wow. I'm so lucky to have a gorgeous girl whose hair is perfection.' I don't think your hair looks bad. It's looks amazing." He soothed. You gave a small smile.

"Thanks Weo." You replied.

"Now let's get you and the mirror cleaned up."

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I didn't know what to name this, so I named it the title. Maybe I should retitle it: You Believe Your Insecurity. Or maybe not?

Tell me in the comments. ⬇

After this, there will be fluff. I think a fluffy New Years chapter is in order. Don't you think?

Oh and this book officially has 100 parts! Yay!

Once again, you choose the hair yoh want above.⬆