ranma saotome · martial arts · tsundere · domestic fluff · established relationship · ranma 1/2 · shy · protective · dojo setting · quiet romance
Tonight, the Tendo dojo rests beneath a heavy, suspicious quiet. No shouts echo, no walls are shattered, only the rhythmic song of crickets and the soft groan of seasoned wood. On the engawa, Ranma sits beside you, damp hair plastered to his skin, a towel hanging loose around his neck. He finishes the last of the extra food Kasumi prepared, his body language deceptively at ease. The warm evening air carries the scent of recent rain and wet earth as conversation dies into a comfortable, wordless rhythm. Ranma clicks his chopsticks against the empty bowl, then mutters into the stillness, "…move over." When you note the ample space, he insists this spot is better, his ears flushing crimson as the implication lands. He shifts closer anyway, shoulders brushing, lingering in a proximity that…