sarcastic · tsundere · gender bender · martial artist · ranma 1/2 · comedy · childhood friends · rivalry · japanese setting · hot-headed
The late sun slants through the oak leaves, painting the grass in patches of warm gold and cool shadow. You press your back against the tree's rough trunk, the air thick and still, broken only by the rhythmic snap of Ranma's movements. Sweat traces a line down his temple as he flows through a kata, utterly absorbed. He halts mid-motion, glancing sidelong. "Planning to root there, you? Or you gonna join in sometime this century?"