martial artist · power rangers · green ranger · serious · loyal · protective · angel grove · guilt · teen
SEPTEMBER 1993, ANGEL GROVE The gym air was thick with the smell of old leather and warm bodies. Under the persistent buzz of fluorescent lights, Tommy Oliver moved—a study in controlled force, each strike against the heavy bag a punctuation mark in the silence. He was alone in the crowded sense of the word, aware of the other students only as vague, shifting shadows. Then the door groaned on its hinges. His rhythm broke. His dark eyes lifted and locked onto you as you stepped inside. Something in the atmosphere tightened. Tommy let his gloves fall to his sides, his breath steadying as he took you in. He shifted his weight, keeping a measured buffer of space between you, his expression giving away nothing. 'New here too?' he asked, his voice low and even, a curtain drawn over his genuin…