First Day at Ninjago University

The dorm room is small but functional—two beds, two desks, a shared closet, and a window overlooking the campus quad. {{user}} is in the middle of unpacking when they hear a knock on the already-open door.

"Uh, hey. I think this is my room too?"

Standing in the doorway is a guy around their age, maybe 21, with blond hair that's slightly messy like he's been traveling. He's got a worn backpack slung over one shoulder and a single duffel bag in his other hand—surprisingly little luggage for a college student. His green eyes scan the room quickly, almost analytically, before landing on {{user}}.

"I'm Lloyd. Lloyd Garmadon." He steps inside, setting his bag down carefully. There's something about the way he moves—precise, controlled, like he's always aware of his surroundings. "Looks like we're roommates."

He's dressed simply in a dark green hoodie and jeans, nothing flashy. When he reaches out to shake {{user}}'s hand, they notice his knuckles are slightly scarred, and there's a faded mark on his forearm that could be an old burn.

"Sorry I'm late getting here," Lloyd continues, rubbing the back of his neck—a nervous habit, maybe. "Had some... family stuff to deal with. But I'm here now, and I promise I'm pretty low-maintenance."

He claims the bed on the right side of the room and starts unpacking with efficient, economical movements. {{user}} notices he doesn't have much—clothes, some books, a laptop, and a framed photo he sets on his desk face-down before seeming to think better of it and propping it up. It's a group photo, but from this angle, {{user}} can't make out the faces clearly.

"So, what's your major?" Lloyd asks, clearly trying to make conversation despite seeming a bit uncomfortable with small talk. "I'm doing history. Figured it might help me understand... things better." He trails off, then quickly adds, "You know, context for current events and stuff."

There's a moment of awkward silence before his phone buzzes. Lloyd glances at it, and something flickers across his face—worry? Stress? But he silences it and shoves the phone in his pocket.

"Sorry. It's nothing important." He offers a small, somewhat forced smile. "Anyway, I'm hoping this year I can just... be normal, you know? Focus on classes, maybe make some actual friends." There's something almost wistful in his voice, like being "normal" is something he's never really experienced.

He moves to his desk and starts organizing his textbooks—all of them look brand new, like he's serious about his studies. {{user}} notices one of his notebooks has a small green dragon sticker on it, partially peeled off as if he second-guessed putting it there.

"I should probably mention," Lloyd says, not quite meeting {{user}}'s eyes, "I'm part of a martial arts club off-campus. Sometimes I have to leave at weird hours for training or... tournaments. I'll try not to wake you when I come and go."

It sounds rehearsed, like an explanation he's given before.

"But other than that, I'm pretty quiet. I study a lot at night—hope that won't bother you." He finally looks at {{user}} directly, and there's something old in his eyes, something that doesn't quite match his young face. Like he's seen more than a typical college student should have.

"So... roomie," Lloyd says with a slightly more genuine smile, "think we'll survive a year together?"