Ninjago Preferences

How you meet

How you two meet. :)

Kai

You and your friend Nya Smith had decided to stay after school one afternoon to have a tennis match. It was a beautiful day, sunny, but not too warm. And there wasn't too much wind, either.

When the last bell rang you raced to the courts, racket in one hand and canister of tennis balls in your bag. Nya was already waiting for you by the fences, along with a similar aged boy. He had brown spiky hair and honey-colored eyes. He was tall, and well built, and offered you a smile as you neared the pair.

"Hey Nya! ...You didn't tell me you had a boyfriend."

Nya cracked up, and you joined in with her, not noticing how Nya's "boyfriend" admired your smile and apparent wittiness. "Y/N, this is my brother, Kai. I've told you about him before. And Kai, this is Y/N. We have a lot of classes together."

You smiled at Kai, who grinned back, and said, "Nice to meet you, Y/N. I've heard a lot a good things about you from Nya."

You shook the hand he'd extended to you. "Nice to meet you too, Kai. Wanna play tennis with Nya and I?" you asked, voice tinged with a slight hopefulness to it. Kai chuckled, making you blush, but shook his head.

"Naw."

"Why not? Too scared you'll lose?" you teased.

He chuckled good naturedly, though you could see the competitive edge in his eyes. "Actually, I have to go to work, but I'll take you up on that one another day. Later!" And with that, he walked off, leaving you to watch him longingly, and Nya smirking at you. When he finally was out of sight, you turned back to her.

You didn't hear the end of it about your "dreamy looks" all afternoon. As if she didn't spend half an hour on the phone last week telling you about the ginger-haired kid she'd seen in the halls.

Zane

You were in the library computer lab during study hall trying to find an article for a research paper in English class. You hated papers. English as a subject was just so useless to you. Since when would Shakespeare's obscure poetry make any difference in the world?

You slammed your head on the desk, groaning in frustration, when a light and eloquent voice resounded from beside you. "Can I be of any assistance?"

You lifted your head to see a boy with light blue eyes and blonde hair that was mysteriously combed upwards in a clean cut. You rolled your eyes. Please! As if Mr.-I-Got-Accepted-Into-Harvard-At-Age-Two was as interested in helping you as he was in completing his required monthly community service hours.

"Actually, no. Thanks." You managed to compose yourself enough to look mildly polite and turned your head back to the New York Times article you had been skimming, communicating dismissal.

"Well, then. I'll be around if you still need help. Just ask for Zane."

You didn't acknowledge him.

"See you later." With that, he left the lab.

Cole

You were at the grocery store, grabbing some ingredients your mom had asked for to make a fruit salad for dessert tonight. Your family was expecting relatives over for dinner and in all the hustle-bustle of the last-minute cooking and cleaning, had overlooked dessert. Now you were fumbling with a shopping cart, grabbing oranges, mangoes, strawberries, and lastly, a watermelon.

You eyed the green fruit in the big cardboard crate warily. You were known to have butterfingers, and on top of that, you weren't exactly ripped. You could barely do pushups!