MY RANGER ACADEMIA (revisited)

almost a month after the megazord incident Mellissa, sitting in her room, sat in front of her laptop, immersed in whatever task she was presently working on. The glow of the screen illuminated her face in the dim light, and the sound of her fingers tapping on the keyboard filled the room with a gentle rhythm.

As Mellissa contemplated the passage of time, a wave of nostalgia washed over her. "Almost a month now..." she muttered to herself, mulling over the events that had taken place since the Power Rangers had become official heroes in the city. Memories of their first mission, the chaos they had witnessed, and the friendship they had formed flashed through her mind.

As Mellissa's quiet reflection was interrupted by a sudden text notification on her phone, she was brought back to reality. Glancing down at the screen, she saw a message from Midoriya suggesting they go to a newly opened juice bar. A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as she read his invitation. Quickly typing a reply, she responded affirmatively, expressing her interest in joining him for a visit to the juice bar.

"Sure, sounds great!" she typed back, her fingers dancing across the screen as she sent her response. Excitement bubbled within her as she imagined the refreshing beverages and the chance to spend time with her team (*cough Midoriya cough*).

As Mellissa readied herself to head out, her attention was captured by the sight of her father engrossed in a new invention. Curiosity piqued, she paused to observe him working on the mysterious project, her eyes taking in the details of the various gadgets and tools splayed out before him.

what are you working on mellissa asked in an attempt to figure out what her father was building

David Shield looked up from his workstation, his focus shifting momentarily to his daughter. He smiled warmly at her as she voiced her curiosity, revealing no traces of irritation at being interrupted. In a calm and composed tone, he responded, "well i was attempting to create a fabric that could automatically repair itself if destroyed but the nano fibers just wont stop generating so now i have way too much and im trying to fix that"

Mellissa, having a grasp on her father's project, took it upon herself to offer her assistance. She stepped closer to the workstation, her eyes scanning the blueprints sprawled out on the table. "Let me see," she said, her voice filled with determination to help unravel the issue with the nano-fibers.

Mr. Shield, noticing his daughter's eagerness to help, paused his work and gently reassured her. With a warm smile, he dismissed her offer, stating, "No, Mellissa, it's quite alright. You go hang out with your friends. I got this handled." His voice carried a hint of pride, acknowledging her willingness to assist, but also wanting her to enjoy her outing.

Mr. Shield chuckled softly, his words filled with a mixture of confidence and jest. "After all, there's nothing the great David Shield can't accomplish," he said, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. The pride in his voice was palpable, and he gave a playful wink, enjoying his own self-assured banter.

you mean other than learning how to cook mellissa says playfully

Mr. Shield chuckled once again, his expression shifting to mild amusement at his daughter's playful rebuttal. He feigned mock offense, placing a hand over his heart in a comical gesture. "I'll have you know, young lady," he said, his tone dripping with feigned defensiveness, "I can cook just fine."

our history with ordering take out tells a different story

David failed to stifle a laugh as he recalled the amount of pizza delivery guys they know by name at this point. He couldn't deny the truth in his daughter's statement and simply shook his head, surrendering to the playful banter. "Okay, you got me there," he admitted with a smile. But I'm learning, I swear!"