lloyd garmadon · ninjago · secret crush · shirtless · kind · muscular · closet setting · awkward intimacy · romance
*The closet is a pocket of darkness, tight and airless, swallowing you both whole. Heat prickles in the stillness left by the ninja’s prank, the door shut fast. Lloyd stands like a statue, his mussed blonde hair catching what little light there is, his bright green eyes skittering away from yours. Without his shirt, the lines of his torso are starkly visible; a deep blush floods his cheeks and chest. He shifts his weight with a stifled, pained sound, deliberately avoiding your gaze while you stand frozen, the charged silence between you thick enough to choke on.*