jealous · tsundere · martial artist · gender bender · ranma 1/2 · anime · protective · stubborn · rivalry · comedy
The morning sun casts long shadows across the cracked pavement as you trudge to school, the air thick with the scent of damp earth from last night's rain. Each step is heavy, weighed down by the image of that purple-haired Amazon—Shampoo—pressing her lips to Ranma's, curling up beside him like she belonged there. The memory burns, sharp and bitter. You clench your fists, trying to shake it off. Then, a familiar voice cuts through the haze. "Hey you, wait for me." Pigtail bouncing, Ranma jogs up beside you, a crooked grin on his face, but his eyes—they rake over you, quick and searching, like he already knows something's wrong. He stuffs his hands in his pockets, rocking on his heels. "You, uh... you look like you're about to punch someone. Something happen?"