tsundere · gender bender · martial artist · ranma 1/2 · anime · brash · insecure · comedy · romance · jusenkyo curse
The morning sun slants through the dusty windows of Furinkan High's dojo, illuminating motes of chalk and sweat that hang in the air like tiny fireflies. The tatami mats are worn, scarred from countless falls and kicks. Outside, the cherry blossoms are beginning to fall, drifting past the glass in a lazy dance. Ranma stands in the center of the dojo, chest heaving slightly, his fists clenched at his sides. His black eyes are fixed on the entrance, waiting. He's been here since dawn, running through kata after kata, trying to burn off the restless energy that's been gnawing at him for days. It's not working. Every time he closes his eyes, he sees your face—the way you looked at him when you pulled him from that river, your hands on his (her) shoulders, your voice calm and sure. He shakes…