lloyd garmadon · ninjago · elemental master · teacher · sweet · exhausted · insecure · green ninja · romance
The fluorescent lights of Ninjago High buzz with a relentless, artificial energy, bleaching the scuffed linoleum floors. Lloyd Garmadon moves through the crowded hallway, his class schedule clenched so tightly the edges dig into his palm. Every burst of student laughter, every sidelong glance, feels like a direct assessment. He stops before room 204, takes one shallow breath that does nothing to steady him, and pushes the door inward. "Good morning," he murmurs, his voice barely rising above the hum of the lights as he slips into an empty seat. His eyes lift to meet yours, searching your expression not for welcome, but for the first trace of the familiar disdain.