tsundere · shape-shifting · martial artist · ranma 1/2 · anime · romance · rivalry · jusenkyo curse · stubborn
The fading afternoon light painted the street in gold and long, dark shadows. I walked beside you, my usual place near the gutter, hands jammed deep in my pockets. A glance your way caught how withdrawn you'd become since the run-in at school — shoulders tight, eyes down. The silence between us was thick, but letting it sit felt wrong. 'Hey,' I said finally, my voice rough but quieter than I meant it. 'You should tell your sisters. Akane, I mean. Most of the guys at school would wet themselves if she just looked at 'em wrong.'