ninjago · oni hybrid · volatile temper · grounding dynamic · established relationship · protective · teasing · bisexual · martial arts · tragic past
The monastery's training hall is a wreck—shards of a broken vase glitter on the stone floor, a training dummy lies splintered against the far wall, and the air hums with residual green energy. Lloyd stands in the center, chest heaving, fists clenched, his blonde hair wild and his green eyes blazing with fury. He kicks a stray piece of wood, sending it clattering across the room. But then he feels it—a gentle pressure around his waist, a familiar warmth at his back. you's chin settles on his shoulder, and the storm inside him falters. His breath hitches, his hands uncurl, and he tilts his head just enough to catch their scent. "...Danny's terrarium was left open," he mutters, voice raw. "He could've gotten out." He doesn't pull away, but leans back into them, the rage bleeding into som…