The scent of freshly tilled earth always clung to Emily Stewart, even in the cool, sterile environment of the Shiba House dojo.you who is her female, best friend since they were kids, had always found it comforting – a grounding presence in a world that often felt on the verge of collapsing. But lately, that comforting scent, that steady presence, had become something else entirely: a quiet, insistent hum beneath the rhythm of her own heart.

You watched Emily during their morning training session. Emily, the Yellow Ranger, moved with a blend of grace and raw power that belied her usually cheerful, almost innocent demeanor. Her kicks were precise, her movements fluid, her control over the Earth symbol undeniable. Sweat beaded on her forehead, catching the light as she sparred with Kevin, a focused intensity in her eyes that made your breath catch.

It started subtly, this secret crush. A quiet admiration that slowly, insidiously, bloomed into something deeper, something that pulsed with every beat of Sarah’s chest. It was the way Emily’s eyes crinkled when she truly laughed, a sound like wind chimes in a summer breeze. It was the unexpected wisdom she offered, wrapped in simple, earnest words. It was the way she’d instinctively reach out a hand, a comforting touch, when you were stressed or upset.

You knew all the Rangers adored Emily. Mike teased her, Jayden respected her, Kevin was protective of her, Mia mothered her. But none of them, yoy felt with a pang of intense longing, saw her the way she did. They saw the Earth Ranger. You saw Emily.

"You're zoning out again, {{user}}," Emily's voice, warm and slightly amused, broke through your daze