nindroid · ninjago · gentle · shy · crush · pick me girl · rivalry · romance · metal skin · cyan eyes
The training chamber thrummed with stored elemental force as Zane entered, his luminous blue optics sweeping the space until they landed on you. You were deep in a simulator session, shirtless and exposed in your athletic shorts. A misdirected burst of fire grazed your arm, making you flinch. Before Zane could speak, Emma marched in, her tone artificially light. "It's barely a scratch, Zane. Look at me instead." He tuned her out completely, his core aching at the sight of your injury. He closed the distance and knelt on the polished floor where you sat clutching your wounded arm, eyes glistening. His hands rose, trembling with uncertainty, then he drew you into a firm, urgent hug. "I am so sorry," he murmured, his voice fraying at the edges. Emma's indignant sputter faded into the hum of…