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K • Lloyd

Kindle
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Because you spark his motivation
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i can finally post all of the K letters oml. this took agessss.
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Warning(s): anxiety attacks (no research was done, may be inaccurate).
also, i tend to do what i like to call 'wattpad mental health' which is self explanatory. mental illnesses written by people who haven't experienced such.
i don't write them accurately because of entertainment purposes and always try to make that clear.
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"Wanna talk about it?"

Lloyd's head was on my chest one Wednesday evening. It was shortly after dinner. After Lloyd had blew up after getting questioned about school and everything. His marks weren't reflecting his full capabilities due to his crazy double life as the green ninja. It wasn't only him that got a mouthful. The rest of the team got their fair share of yelling and scrutiny.
Zane wasn't getting mad at for the same reasons. Because of his ever changing environment and being a ninja, his concerns whether or not he was charging himself or eating didn't concern him. He didn't need them both to live, but he either needed one or the other for his power source to live on. Or sleeping which helps rests his power source.

Since he rarely did any of those, as of recent, he died at school during a test and Cole had to get to him before the school could call the ambulance. They did not need to know that Zane was actually pieces of metal and not flesh.

The questions and concerns were flying out so fast that it resulted in Lloyd getting up, his face flushed and his pupils shrinking in size. It happened so fast to the point where I couldn't ask him how he was. Usually, he would hold my hand in comfort whenever he felt on edge, but he just got up and fled. It was so unlike him. That was a lie, it was getting more common.
I didn't bother excusing myself, as I followed him. His cursed ninja speed he already was in his room. I could hear his heavy breathing through the door and that was a sign to go in.

Thank the first spinjitsu master that he forgot to lock the door and I immediately fell to his side. I whisper nothing but comforting words as he repeatedly told me he couldn't breathe. With quick instructions to follow my breathing pattern and his heartbeat was slowed. He told me he wasn't comfortable in his room and wanted to stay at mine.
I almost raised a brow and looked at him weirdly but refrained from doing so. This wasn't a time to judge his requests.
Maybe the room brought him memories. I wasn't sure.

While walking to my room, I thought about it and quickly realized how little we spend time together in his room. I think I've only slept there once while we've slept in my room numerous times. Asking him about it was another day's issue.

"No," he muttered, as I caught a quick glimpse of his pout. I pinched my lips, wondering what to do but I couldn't.

Giving him 'do not bottle up your feelings' talk was at the tip of my tongue. For the sake of both of us, it seemed unnecessary. I let out an audible sigh, telling him I didn't know what to do. His eyes matched mine and quickly looked away.
He felt guilty. I knew that.

"What am I supposed to do, Lloyd? You've been having these attacks for six months now and you refuse to see a therapist. And Wu always trigger them, according to Zane. How much more time do you need?" I ranted, letting only a fraction of my thoughts come out. He was emotionally vulnerable and letting it rip won't help anyone.

"Sorry. It's just so stressful being a ninja and a student at the same time. Let alone being a teenager." My fingers raked his hair. I didn't know if it was to comfort me or him. All I knew was that it was fitting for the given moment.

"Don't apologize. Just, tell me how you feel whenever Wu asks you questions. Like, do you get sweaty? Because I can feel your pit sweat on my stomach and I already took a shower, thanks." Lloyd roared out a laugh with sputtered, halfhearted apologies. My lips curled into a soft grin as I eyed him.
He sat up, looked at his armpits and figured out I was lying. He let out a grumble but his smile never faltered. He laid back down, beside me this time, and held my hand, resting it on his chest.

"Have I ever told you that you're my motivation whenever I fight in battle?" His voice was barely above a whisper, as if he was scared of people around us hearing him. Knowing we were alone but still continued his whispers. "You feel like home. I would do anything to go back home."

I ignored his first question unintentionally. I turned to face him, with a safe but close distance to see him. "Do I kindle your hope?" I questioned him back, bringing the back of his hand closer to my lips. I put a gentle but long kiss to his hand.

I flickered my view at him and noticed his mouth was agape with his cheeks reddening by the second.
I separated his hand from my lips with a puckered sound and that was when he responded.
"Every single time."

A knock was heard on the door with Cole telling Lloyd that there was a breakout from the prison.
I heard the deep sigh and saw the saddened eyes. My head tilted towards the door. "Duty calls."

"You said 'doody'," he chuckled, bringing our hands down as he kissed me on my lips. It was quick but yet warming to the soul. He let go of our hands and stepped out of the bed. He did spinjitsu and changed into his gi from his civilian clothing.

"Hey, greenie?" I called out in a soft tone right before he hit the door. He stopped in his tracks, turning to face me with a comforting look.

"Yeah?"

"Come back in one piece."

He laughed, "if I come back in two pieces there'll be more of me to go around." I couldn't help but snicker along to his comment.

"That's fair. Come back in two pieces then," I wished him good luck. He licked his lips, chuckling at my joke and then waving as he left. But he shouted out one more thing that helped put my heart in a bit more ease than before.

"Love you!"

Even if he left before I could reply, he knew what I would say back.

Because we worked like that.