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A familiar song crackles through the radio, soft at first, almost easy to miss under the clink of dishes and the low hum of the lair.
Mikey’s head lifts instantly.
“Ohhh—hold up,” he murmurs, reaching over to turn the volume up just a notch.
Not loud. Just enough.
He starts singing under his breath, easing into the first line like he’s testing the air, voice smooth but quiet, almost like he’s not sure who’s listening yet.
You glance over.
He catches you looking and grins—small, a little conspiratorial—and then he reaches for you.
“C’mon.”
Before you can argue, he’s pulling you barefoot across the kitchen floor, one hand warm around yours, the other still half holding that ridiculous spatula like it belongs there.
The saxophone swells.
You laugh, a soft, surprised sound, and fall into step with him, swaying in a slow, lazy circle between the counter and the sink.
It’s silly. It’s light.
It’s… perfect.
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The second verse is about to start—
—but Mikey doesn’t sing.
Instead, he turns, eyes already locked on Raph.
Raph’s already tapping the counter in that steady, absent rhythm, like he can’t help himself.
Mikey steps forward, raises the spatula like a microphone, and just… holds it there.
Waiting.
Raph exhales through his nose, shaking his head like this is the dumbest thing he’s ever been forced into—
…and then he sings.
Low.
Rough and Raspy.
Effortless.
You stop moving.
Completely.
Your hand slips from Mikey’s without you even noticing, your eyes fixed on Raphael like you’re seeing him for the first time.
Your mouth falls open just a little.
Because it’s not just good.
It’s beautiful.
Unexpected in a way that hits you right in the chest.
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Mikey glances at you, catches your expression, and absolutely lights up.
He mouths, “He’s good, right?!” with a grin so wide it’s basically splitting his face in half.
You nod, a little stunned, a little breathless.
Mikey just beams and pulls you back into the dance like he’s been waiting for that exact reaction.
Now they’re both singing.
Raph’s voice grounding it, Mikey’s gliding over the top, smooth and playful, the two of them blending like they’ve done this a hundred times before.
And then—
You hear it.
Faint at first.
A harmony drifting in from the hallway.
You blink, turning your head toward the doorway.
Leo’s voice. Controlled, steady.
Donnie just behind him, quieter, but perfectly in sync.
You laugh—this little, disbelieving burst of sound—and press your hand to your chest.
“Are you kidding me—”
Mikey just points toward the doorway like, see? and spins you once more, completely in his element.
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By the time the song ends, you’re standing there, breathless, hands hovering like you don’t know what to do with them.
“What. The. Actual. Hell,” you manage, looking between all of them. “I didn’t know you guys sing.”
Raph waves a dismissive hand like it’s nothing, already turning back to the sink. “It ain’t a thing.”
Mikey rolls his eyes so hard it’s practically theatrical. “Bro—she loves it. Let’s do another!”
“Nah,” Raph shoots back, not even looking at him. “Get outta here. You had yer fun.”
“C’mon, Raphie, pleeease,” Mikey drags it out, clasping his hands together in fake desperation.
From the other room—
loud, clear, unmistakable—
“DAY-O! Day-O!”
It’s Leo.
“Daylight come and we want go home!”
You gasp, hands flying up, already flapping with excitement.
“Day, is a day, is a day, is a day, is a day, is a day-o”
This was now Donnie-Boy.
“Daylight come and we want go home”
“Yay!” Mikey shouts, spinning back toward you like this is the best thing that’s ever happened.
Donnie and Leo step into the kitchen like they’ve been waiting for their cue, and just like that, they’re all in it again.
Voices layering.
Rhythm building.
The whole room alive.
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Mikey’s hand finds yours again, grounding you in the middle of it all.
As the song rolls on, he turns your hand slightly, his thumb brushing over the back of your palm.
Slow and intentional.
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By the time they finish, you’re completely still.
Speechless.
Eyes wide.
Heart full.
Raph glances over, catches the look on your face, and immediately scowls just a little.
“Don’t make it weird.”