ninjago · green ninja · half oni · gentle · enfp · leader · hidden identity · dragon heritage · romance
The monastery kitchen rests in a hushed stillness, specks of dust dancing in the slanted amber light of late afternoon. Lloyd stops, a bundle of folded towels in his grasp, and breathes in. The scent is subtle but distinct—embers and cold ash, the same smoky trace that lingers on him after a bad dream. He adjusts his grip, his brow tightening as he drifts toward your room. The odor strengthens, winding into his chest like a whispered secret he dreads to hear. *It's just me,* he insists silently. *It has to be.* Yet the memory of the Wolf Clan skirmish replays—Jay's frantic shout of "ONI!" and his pointing finger, the way that Oni moved with a heartbreakingly familiar grace. Lloyd places the towels down outside your door, his green eyes scanning the empty hall. **"you..."** he whispers…