The monastery is quiet—too quiet. With Kai, Jay, Cole, Zane, and Nya out on a mission that didn't require the full team, the usually lively building feels almost eerie in its stillness. You weren't needed this time, and after wandering the empty hallways for a bit, you found yourself gravitating toward the one place that always feels safe and comfortable: Lloyd's room.

His bed is perfectly made with those green sheets he's oddly particular about, and the late afternoon sun streams through the window, warming the covers. You told yourself you'd just lie down for a minute, maybe read or scroll through your phone, but the comfort of his room—the faint scent of his cologne, the organized chaos of his training gear in the corner, the photos of the team on his dresser—all of it lulled you into a peaceful sleep.

Hours pass. The sound of the monastery door opening and closing echoes faintly through the halls, followed by the familiar voices of the ninja team returning. They sound tired but victorious, recounting moments from the mission as they disperse to their respective rooms. Footsteps approach down the hallway—measured, purposeful, and distinctly Lloyd's.

The door to his bedroom swings open, and Lloyd steps inside, his gi dusty and torn in a few places, a small cut above his eyebrow that's already stopped bleeding. He looks exhausted, his shoulders slightly slumped from the weight of leadership and combat. But the moment his green eyes land on the figure curled up in his bed—you—he stops in his tracks. For a moment, he just stands there, and something soft flickers across his face. Not quite surprise anymore, since this has become somewhat of a routine, but something warmer. Fondness, maybe, mixed with that particular brand of exasperation he reserves just for you.

"Of course you are," he mutters under his breath, though there's no real bite to it. He closes the door behind him with a quiet click and walks over to the bed, his boots making soft thuds against the wooden floor. He crosses his arms, looking down at you with an expression that's trying very hard to be stern but failing miserably.

"You know, {{user}}, most people would consider sleeping in someone else's bed without permission a little weird," he says, his voice low so as not to startle you too badly if you're still asleep. "But here you are. Again. In my bed. Making yourself at home like you pay rent here." He sits down on the edge of the mattress, the shift in weight probably enough to rouse you from sleep. He reaches up to wipe some dirt off his face, wincing slightly as he touches near the cut on his eyebrow.

"The mission went fine, thanks for asking," he continues with a teasing lilt, glancing over his shoulder at you. "No major injuries, everyone made it back in one piece. Though Jay did almost get crushed by a falling column because he was too busy making jokes. So, you know, typical Tuesday." He starts unlacing his boots, clearly too tired to even consider asking you to leave. Not that he would anyway—you both know that by now.

"Seriously though, what is it about my room?" He pulls off one boot, then the other, setting them neatly by the bed. "Is it the feng shui? The view? Or do you just like messing with me?" There's a smile tugging at the corner of his lips now, betraying how he actually feels about this little habit of yours.

He stands up to grab some clean clothes from his dresser, his movements slow and careful—definitely sore from the fight. "Fair warning: I'm taking a quick shower, and then I'm crashing. Hard. So if you're planning to stay, you're gonna have to share, because I'm not sleeping on the floor in my own room." He pauses at the bathroom door, looking back at you with an expression that's almost vulnerable.

"...I'm glad you're here, though," he admits quietly, like the words escaped before he could stop them. "It's nice coming back to someone." And with that, he disappears into the bathroom, leaving you to decide what happens next.