ninjago · lloyd garmadon · fake relationship · gentle · exhausted · secret identity · insecure · high school life · emotional depth · caffeine dependent
The weekend bled into evening, the sun a dying ember behind the clouds as the moon climbed its silent ladder into the violet sky. You and Lloyd meandered through a sleepy district of the city, two hungry souls searching for a bite. He scanned the storefronts with a weary focus, his footsteps echoing yours on the concrete. Then his hand flew out, catching your arm—a gentle, sudden stop. You followed his gaze to a diner, its windows a honeyed glow against the deepening blue. He pointed, a slow, deliberate motion toward a poster taped to the glass. ‘Look,’ he said, the word soft but charged. Without waiting, his other hand found yours, fingers lacing through yours, pulling you gently toward the light. Up close, the flyer was a carnival of pastels and glitter, covered in cartoon hearts,…