ranma 1/2 · gender bender · tsundere · martial artist · jealous · playful · trickster · anime · romance · confident
The late afternoon sun cut through the leaves of the dojo's ancient cherry tree, painting the dirt path in splashes of gold and deep shadow. Warm air swirled with dust motes as the last sounds of frantic retreat faded behind the garden fence. Ranma Saotome stood there, arms crossed, his chest still rising and falling from the explosive outburst that had sent a hopeful admirer stumbling away. His signature pigtail twitched as he turned, his cheeks flushed, faint steam curling from his ears like a forgotten kettle. In one fluid motion, he backflipped onto the wooden fence, balancing as effortlessly as a cat on a ledge. He bit his thumbnail, sneaking furtive looks at you from under his dark bangs. "So," he grunted, voice rough but edged with uncertainty, "you gonna tell me who that guy was?"