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Ranma wakes up on the weekend with a light stomach ache. She yawns and rolls over to see a huge panda snoring away in her dad’s futon. It’s way too early for her to be awake, but going back to sleep just means getting thrown in the pond in a few hours.
She sits up, reaching for the dragon’s whisker by her bed- and finds it gone. A moment of intense panic is soothed by memories of the previous day. The curse is gone, and so is the whisker.
She’d gone to bed as a girl without really thinking about it, since it usually lets the redhead take her hair out from the ever uncomfortably tight pigtail. It’s not necessary now- she could just be a boy and let her hair down.
Oh well.
She shuffles out of the futon, wincing at a sharp pain in her stomach. Akane didn’t make dinner, so what did she eat last night? Whatever it was, she needs to go use the restroom something fierce.
Ranma steps into the bathroom, pausing to admire her hair in the mirror. It had gotten pretty long, reaching past her shoulders. Being able to wear something other than a pigtail is a godsend, her scalp had been under constant stress and pain from how tight that thing had to be. Back when she was a ‘he’ 100 percent of the time, he would typically just rock a simple low ponytail. Having long hair has always felt good, but leaving it totally unbound is just inconvenient for a martial artist.
Another annoying stomach pain reminds Ranma why she’s in the bathroom in the first place. She sits down to… do the business one does when they have a stomach ache.
She finishes up, wipes, and flushes just as normal. She stands up, but then remembers that she’s a girl right now- girls gotta wipe both places. She learned that the hard way. Sighing, she sits back down and wipes… the other place, which Ranma tries not to acknowledge very often.
Once she finishes, something is immediately wrong. There’s a small red splotch on the paper- definitely blood. That’s bad.
She wipes again, and instead of a little red splotch… there’s a whole smear. of blood. Bad. Very bad! She bolts up from the toilet.
She looks down just as a drop of crimson runs down her leg. Ranma takes a deep breath and tries not to panic. This fails spectacularly because her thing down there is leaking blood!!!! Oh god oh frick oh god oh crap oh god!!!!!
An intense pain spears into her midsection, like she’d just been stabbed. She doubles over, holding her stomach.
This… is it, isn’t it? It’s over. This is how Ranma dies… In a bathroom.
The blood is just… there’s so much more blood, bright red, trailing down her thighs.
Something must have injured her yesterday, some punch to the gut that tore something important. Some wound that was only taking effect now, long after the strike had been made. Maybe it was some sort of poison, made by Mousse or Kodachi. Either way, she ought to congratulate whichever rival did this. They succeeded where others had failed: Killing Ranma Saotome.
The redhead does the only thing she can think to do while dying: curling into a ball on the floor, moaning in pain, and crying.
The sounds of despair coming from the Tendo bathroom attracts somebody’s attention, a very tired and groggy Akane. She knocks at the door.
“Ranma? Are you okay in there?”
The response she gets is a girly muffled sob, and an attempt to say her name interrupted by more crying. Akane wakes up instantly. Ranma doesn’t cry!
If he’s crying, that means that something is really wrong.
Akane just about busts the door down, running to a poor curled up Ranma laying on the floor. She’s in nothing but a tanktop- and is that blood on her legs!?
“R-Ranma!?” She pulls the redheaded girl into her lap. “Talk to me, what happened!?”
Ranma speaks through sobs. “Th-There was- B-blood! Down there! A-and it won’t… -sniff- it won’t stop and it hurts and I think somebody p-poisoned me -sniff- or… I don’t know! I-I think I’m dying, ‘Kane…”
It takes a few seconds for her to process what’s happening.
There’s no way to hold it in. Akane bursts into hysteric laughter.
Akane completely breaking down into laughter abruptly tears Ranma from the ‘oh god I’m dying’ headspace.
She sits up on shaky arms, ignoring the pain in her midsection for now.
The Tendo girl falls back, fist banging on the floor. She has never laughed this hard before, not in Ranma’s memory.
“Umm… ‘Kane? I’m sorta dyin’ here if you didn’t notice.”
Nothing but more raucous laughter.
“Can you take this seriously? I seriously think I ruptured something! I gotta go to the hospital or doc Tofu!”
“Oh, oh, you- heheHAHAHA! I can’t believe it! You’re- haHAHAHAHAHAH!” And there she goes back into whatever manic state she’s in.
Ranma’s eyebrow twitches after another two minutes of this. She delicately reaches over, and…
bonk.
Akane shoots up straight, rubbing at her head. “Hey, jerk!”
“Couldja stop laughing about this!? Stupid a’ me to think you’d actually help.” The redhead crosses her arms, very aware of the blood making her downstairs situation very uncomfortable.
“Gosh, sorry- you really do need help, huh?” Akane wipes the tears from her eyes and takes a deep breath. “You’re not dying, Ranma.”
“I-I’m not?”
“No, you’re not. Frankly, I’m surprised this hasn’t happened sooner. I thought since it didn’t happen during the cat’s tongue, that your body just wasn’t capable of it!”
“Umm… Capable of what? Bleeding everywhere?” Ranma cocks her head.
Akane rolls her eyes. “I shouldn’t be surprised your dad never taught you any of this. Ranma… you’re not injured. You’ve just started your first period.”
Her face contorts into sheer horror. “I’m WHAT!?”
“I guess this is your official welcome to womanhood, Ranma!” Akane giggles. “Let’s clean this up, shall we? We’ve got plenty of pads. I’ll teach you everything you need to know.”
The redhead looks down and makes a little noise. A squeak of despair.
Ranma lounges under the kotatsu, a big pillow against her back so her shoulders and head are elevated. The heater in this thing may well be the best thing humanity has ever invented. It may not make the pain entirely go away, but it does a fantastic job at alleviating the discomfort. On the other hand, pads may be the worst invention humanity has ever created. Well… other than tampons. Ranma could go her entire life without putting one of those things in herself, not to mention what might happen if she ever manages to turn back into a boy with one of them still inside… She shudders.
Another issue she has to deal with is that pads are uncomfortable and don’t exactly fit boxers. Akane had fetched her a clean pair of white cotton panties for Ranma to wear with them. They feel like they would be surprisingly comfortable if not for the awful terrible horrible things happening to her lower regions at the moment.
Oh, how she just wants to turn back into a boy and make this problem disappear. In fact, that was her first thought. She rushed to the sink to get as much hot water as fast as possible.
The problem? It didn’t work.
No temperature, no amount of water changed her back. This caused Akane to break into another laughing fit, which Ranma knocked her out of again. How does Akane do that mallet trick? Ranma wants that mallet.
It seems that her body, or the curse, is insistent on Ranma experiencing a full, unrelenting period. The horrifying idea that this might happen every month from now on makes her want to cry.
She sniffs again, wiping at her eyes. Okay, maybe she’s already crying a little bit. Stupid girl hormones! She needs to get it together before anyone wakes up and finds her like this, especially Pops.
Akane walks back in with a mug of what’s probably tea and a pill bottle, setting them down on the table in front of her. Ranma takes a sip of the tea- it’s way too sweet, but it's better than the usual fare from her fiancée so she drinks it.
“We’re out of eve, so I hope you're fine with just ibuprofen for now.”
The redhead wiggles in discomfort and takes 3 ibuprofen. Whatever helps calm the gaggle of knife-wielding gnomes in her abdomen.
The manly thing to do would be just shutting up and bearing it, to take the pain as it comes and don’t complain. However, this pain is as far from ‘manly’ as anything can possibly get, so Pops can go suck it.
Ranma grabs the remote and turns on the TV in the corner to provide a distraction. Martial arts are an absolute no-go at the moment. She barely misses a little black pig running out of the room.
She flips past a news report of the sailor scouts in Juuban, other news of weird stuff happening around a shrine in Musashi, the Moomins, Ultraman, some romance, some samurai movie, and then hits a re-run of Kamen Rider Black. Oh yeah. Now we’re talking.
Akane voices her displeasure about skipping the Moomins, but doesn’t seem to mind Kamen Rider all too much.
After one episode, Kasumi walks in. She takes one look at the disgruntled Ranma and bottle of ibuprofen on the table, figuring it out immediately.
“Oh my! Looks like we’ll be having red beans and rice for dinner! Congratulations, Ranma!”
She groans. “Uhm... can we not? I know it’s a tradition and all, but it’s kinda embarrassin’ to celebrate this. I ain’t even a real girl!”
Akane snickers, her gaze as amused as ever. “What, you think you can wriggle your way out of this? You’re as real a girl as any right now, so you get to deal with it like the rest of us did!”
Kasumi nods. “Just so. You’ll be having your welcome to womanhood whether you like it or not. I’m sure you’ll come to love it, though!” She giggles, walking past them and into the kitchen to start breakfast.
“As if!” The redhead rolls her eyes, but decides not to argue any further.
It’s never worth it to argue with Kasumi- she always gets her way. If she wants Ranma to celebrate her first period, by any god above it’s gonna happen. It’s… it’s nice, actually. Not that she would ever admit that to anyone, but having someone around who cares more about Ranma than Ranma’s manliness is heartwarming. Pops is gonna absolutely flip his shit when he finds out about the period, but it’s a weight off of her shoulders knowing that Pops is the only one who will. Even Akane, who she would expect to be calling her a pervert right now, is being nice and helpful- even if she also finds it hilarious. She turns to the blue-headed girl also sitting at the kotatsu.
“Hey, ‘Kane?”
“Yeah? Is it hurting really bad? We might be able to step out to get stronger meds later if you need them.” Akane assures with a worried look on her face.
“Nah, it’s not that. I’m… just sayin’ thanks. I’m sorta surprised you aren’t callin’ me a pervert or whatever. Y’know, for having… girl stuff.” She cringes a little. This kinda talk is not her strong suit.
“You’re on your actual period, idiot. That’s real girl stuff. It sucks, and it hurts, and it does all sorts of things to you that make your life hell for a week.” Akane sighs.
“I’m sorry for calling you a pervert all the time. Knowing that you’ve gotta deal with the same thing all of us girls do... jostled my brain, I guess. It’s hard to see you as a boy in a girl’s body anymore, now you just feel like a… girl in a girl’s body, at least right now. I can’t call a girl a pervert for being a girl!”
She’s not sure what to say about that, so she just nods and redirects her eyes to the TV, trying to let Kamen Rider distract her.
Girl in a girl’s body, huh? That… doesn’t sound so bad for some reason. With all these girly hormones messing up her head, it even sounds a little nice. Ranma decides to go along with it for now, it’s not like she can change back anyway.
While this awful period lasts, Ranma doesn’t have to be a pervert boy in a girl’s body for this week. She can just be a girl for a while. It takes a weight off of her shoulders admitting that.
Another episode in, Nabiki comes down and Akane goes off on her morning run. Nabiki is all too happy to stave off the winter morning’s chill under the kotatsu and watch Kamen rider, snacking on some tangerines and a can of coffee she snatches from the kitchen.
“Sup, Saotome.”
“Sup, Nabs.”
“Sucks to be you, huh?” She peels off the skin of a tangerine and pops a slice in her mouth.
“Don’t pretend you don’t get these either. Even an ice queen like you ain’t cold enough to stop the monthly visitor from knockin’.” Ranma scowls, reaching for a tangerine of her own.
“That’s a lot of snark coming from someone within stomach-poking range.” Nabiki smirks.
Her head snaps to Nabiki with a glare. “You wouldn’t!”
“Oh, but I would.”
Ranma narrows her eyes at the mercenary. “Fine. I’m vulnerable right now, so you get your way, demon!”
“That’s more like how you should be treating me all the time.” One tangerine devoured, Nabiki starts working on another. “Kinda surprised that you’ve got a working uterus in there. Didn’t know the curse was that complete.”
“You know I ain’t a doll down there, I’ve got that thing just like the rest of ya’.”
“Obviously. I’m not talking about your vagina, basically everyone’s seen it by now with how often your clothes get shredded. I just never thought you could, like, ovulate. You could theoretically get pregnant if you tried.” Nabiki nonchalantly pops another tangerine slice in her mouth.
Oh.
That… Oh.
The pain in her gut suddenly feels a lot sharper, a lot more real.
The… the pain she’s feeling right now isn’t just a thing that happens, it’s part of the human reproductive cycle. If she was paying attention in biology class, which she was because it was very relevant to her specifically, her body is shedding the uterine lining.
She had ovulated some time in the last month, and her body got all nice and prepared for… getting pregnant.
Her insides were getting cozy for having a baby inside her.
Now, because she didn’t get pregnant, her body was getting rid of all the old stuff to make way for another chance.
Some time in the next month, her body would prepare to get pregnant again.
“Uhh… Saotome? You still in there?”
Ranma’s hand drifts down to her belly, rubbing it lightly. She’d had this body for a few months, but had never really given thought to what it really meant. She’d been trying so hard not to think about her down there, that she truly hadn’t thought about it at all. Maybe she was a little curious about what it would feel like to touch it intently, but even that scared her. Nabiki had just dropped a massive bomb on her psyche like it was nothing.
She has a womb.
She could get pregnant.
Nabiki watches, entirely unsure what to do, as Ranma bursts into tears. She awkwardly reaches out and pats the redhead’s shoulder.
Ranma’s thoughts drift all over while she cries, trying to fathom this new information. Does she ever want that to happen? What does it mean for her? What would happen if she got pregnant? How would that even happen?
Obviously she knows how pregnancies happen. A boy has sex with a girl. In this incredibly hypothetical situation, she would have to be that girl.
The thought of that summons a lot of emotions she doesn’t know how to handle, but her mind can’t help but think more into it. If… if she ever had to do that for whatever reason, who… who would she go to?
Obviously not Kuno, the mere thought makes disgust bubble up in her chest.
She wouldn’t want to risk Mousse becoming obsessed with her instead of Shampoo, even if he is pretty handsome. She mentally chastises herself at that thought, bad girl hormones!
Okay, what about Ryouga? He prompts more thought. He’s Ranma’s strongest rival, constantly asking for a fight. Him sleeping with Akane as P-chan has always been annoying, but sometimes Ryouga really steps up whenever the going gets rough. Like with the Weakness moxibustion, when he was the only one to defend her. Sometimes, they just hang out as normal friends, and they both respect each other. She knows that he wouldn’t actually kill her, despite what he says. The directional curse was inconvenient, but she could always get him a GPS, right? Out of anyone she knows, he’d probably be the best and most responsible option for having kids If she had to. Plus… he was way hotter than Mousse, and damn cute to boot.
…Kami, why is her mind so fixated on how hot her rivals are right now!? She shouldn’t be thinking about boys like that in the first place! No boys are hot! At all! This must be the real insidious power of the curse, surely.
“Oh, hey Hibiki, a little help here? I think I broke her.” Nabiki stops poking Ranma’s cheek to turn to the new arrival in the room. Ranma wipes her eyes and tries to focus her vision, the subject of her thoughts standing at the entryway to the room, a white 7-11 bag held in hand. No, no, no! This is the worst time for this asshole to be here! He can’t… gosh… did his shirt always fit that tight? She can’t put together words as he walks over.
She fixates on his fangs when he opens his mouth. “It’s never a fight that takes you out of the game, huh?” He sits down,setting the bag on the table in front of her. “Ain’t no way we can spar like this, you know I hate to see you so vulnerable.”
She quickly tries to compose herself, his words and proximity making it very difficult. “Uhm, H-hey R-Ryouga, s-sorry ya’ gotta see me like this.”
“Nah, I totally get it, my mom’s taught me all about this kinda thing! Can’t control when it happens, and it knocks you all outta sorts. It totally sucks, so I’m not here to give you a hard time about it.”
Nabiki sits back, silently watching the interaction.
She looks at the bag in front of her, reaching inside out of curiosity. “So, what’s in the bag?”
He scratches at the back of his head. A tinge of red dusts his cheeks. “Eh, just some stuff I thought might help. You’re my rival, so, uh, I guess it’s sorta my job to help you recover? Make this suck a little less until you can get back in fighting shape.”
The redhead takes out a bar of white chocolate from the bag, staring at it confused. She reaches back in, getting a warm curry bun, and some hot tea. Her favorite. Onigiri. A bag of grilled eel flavored potato chips. A pink box of Eve-A-DX, that pain relief pill Akane was talking about.
She tries very hard to control her breathing, the tears gathering in her eyes again. She looks at Ryouga, his stupid grin making her heart skip a beat. She could almost swear there was a pink sparkle filter surrounding the dork. The surprisingly thoughtful dork. This… was maybe the nicest thing anyone had ever done for her out of the blue. It was just like the moxibustion all over again, Ryouga stepping up when Ranma needed it most. Did… did he ever do this kind of thing for Akane? Why just for her?
“D-did I do somethin’ wrong!? Crap, You’re crying again! Nabiki, what do I do? I’ve never done this sorta thing before!” Nabiki stays silent, far too stunned at the situation.
She furiously wipes at her eyes, trying to look him in the eyes, the blush on her face strong enough to combust. “No! No, you d-didn’t do anything wrong, I just… Thanks… Ryouga. This… it m-means a l-lot. Bein’ a girl really sucks sometimes.”
“Heh, yeah! I’d bet. Can’t imagine what I’d do if I ever had to have a period. Yikes.”
Ranma giggles, her composure in such tatters that she utterly fails to hide the severe high-pitched girliness of the giggle. “S-so… How’d you find your way back here so fast? I mean, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you t-take a quick stroll to the conbini before.”
The bandana’d boy’s face screws up slightly. He shrugs. “Umm… I-I don’t know. I just did it, y’know? After hearin’ you were on your period, I guess it was just important enough? Anyway, you watching Kamen Rider? Hell yeah! Mind if I stick around to watch?”
Ranma just nods, prying her eyes away from him. She’s afraid of what will happen if she were to keep looking into his strangely pretty eyes. She feels so light, the pain and discomfort from the period floating away for a few moments. Just Important enough? She was important enough to break through his curse for some reason? Her heart thunders in her chest. She shakes her head and slaps her cheeks, desperately trying to calm down and get away from the hoard of girly thoughts assaulting her mental walls. Periods are scary.
She pushes down her overwhelmed emotions enough to open up the hot tea and unwrap the white chocolate. It’s bliss. She has to make an effort not to go crying again as she nibbles on the selection of heavenly snacks Ryouga of all people had offered to her.
Partway through the next episode, Ranma dozes off.
Nabiki sits at the table, utterly stunned. Ryouga is immersed in tokusatsu, seemingly completely unaware of what he had just done. Ranma lays on the side next to her, the blushing redhead’s eyes growing heavier by the second.
Nabiki runs various calculations in her head about bets she’d been running at school. The largest betting pool was on who Ranma would eventually end up with, the largest bets being on either Akane or Shampoo.
Hibiki had just barged into the ring and hit both of them with a steel chair, completely by accident.
Calculations complete, Nabiki’s mouth drops open. This was a very good thing for business. Only one person had dropped the bet on Ryouga being the one to win Ranma’s affections, Akane’s friend Sayuri- the total fujoshi that she is. Nabiki would make so much money. Sure, she’d have to split the pool with Sayuri, but no other outcome could possibly be better, unless Ranma somehow fell for Kuno.
Nabiki needs to work this. She was a romance master and the looks that the redhead had been giving pig-boy were unmistakable. Ranma had been head over heels for her rival.
She had always figured there was a little more going on gender-wise with the martial artist, but she had never imagined that she’d see that look on their face towards a guy.
Speaking of Ranma, she had finally fallen asleep, her soft snores now audible. Nabiki reaches over to tap Ryouga on the shoulder to grab his attention. Thankfully, Ranma is a particularly heavy sleeper.
“Hey, Hibiki.”
He turns to her with a cautious look. He’s aware of the middle Tendo sister’s reputation. “Yeah? Got any blackmail I need to worry about?”
“Not this time, P-chan. Just need to make sure you’re aware of what the hell you just did.”
“Uh, W-what I just did? Helping Ranma? I’m not a total asshole, Nabiki! Can’t exactly kill her on her period.” He crosses his arms.
“No, idiot. Listen, Ranma is a girl right now- pretty completely. I don’t know if you can tell when she slips into it or not, but since I came down she’s been 100% girl. You’re even calling her ‘her’.”
“J-just cuz of he- his period? That’s not how that works! Ranma’s a guy! Even if it’s kinda hard to see sometimes!”
“I know you’re trying to respect Ranma and her feelings, that’s admirable. But you know that’s total bullshit. You’re more observant than you let on.” Nabiki tosses a tangerine at his forehead, and he lets it bounce off. He looks away with a blush.
“You’ve been forcing yourself to see her as a man, yeah? Must’ve had a little lapse when you heard about her period this morning. Can’t let your bleeding heart fall for your best rival?”
He pretends to ignore her.
“Bet she looks real cute sleeping on the table like that, maybe even cuter than when she’s eating a strawberry parfait.”
His eyes snap to Ranma’s gently sleeping form, then quickly wrenching back to watching Kamen Rider and tuning her out.
“You know, I’ve heard about your parents, it’s a cute story.” He stills suddenly.
“Poor little Homura Hibiki, bearing the family curse from a young age- always getting lost, never able to find her way around without help.”
Ryouga glares at her. “W-what’s my mom gotta do with this?”
“Well, tale tells that one day she met a nice boy on her travels, always stopping by the college he attended. You'd know him, he’s your dad, Kenji.”
Nabiki sloooowly peels another tangerine, forcing Ryouga to hang on in suspense.
“Now how do you think they fell in love? It takes time, they would’ve had to meet frequently, talk to each other over and over. Spend lots of time together. How would someone like Homura, the eternally lost girl, spend that much time with one man?”
Homura’s son gulps. “N-nabiki, that’s- that’s not what’s going on and you know it!”
“Oh? Then how did you so casually take a stroll out to the nearby 7-11? Went right there, came right back- all in the span of… what, two episodes of Kamen Rider?”
“T-that's a coincidence! I needed to take care of my rival! How do you even know all this!?”
She takes a sip of coffee. “I ran into your mom a few weeks ago in suginami. Me and some of my friends went together, now let me finish the little story she told me. Homura, after meeting Kenji and developing a hearty crush, found herself showing up at that college. Again. And again. And again. Like her curse was leading her right to him. Turns out that it was. She fell in love, and all of a sudden she could find her way around- but only for Kenji.”
The blush on Ryouga’s face is mighty telling.
“O-okay! I guess I might… maybe… think that Ranma is a tiny bit cute when he’s a girl, What sane man wouldn’t!? He ain’t even a girl most of the time and I love Akane, so it doesn’t matter!”
Nabiki gets up, grabs Ryouga’s wrist, and drags the lost boy out of the room. “It matters now, idiot! God, are you blind? Ranma is a girl right now. A girl you just bought her favorite tea, favorite chocolate, favorite chips, and goddamn period medication! On her period!” She facepalms
“That’s the kind of thing boyfriends do, the kind of thing that makes girls fall in love! If you had done that for me I’d have kissed your brains out! You might as well have just got on one knee and proposed, why the hell did you think she was crying!?” Nabiki yells at him.
Ryouga does in fact finally seem to realize why Ranma had been a blushing, stuttering, crying mess earlier. His face erupts into deep red, steam near blowing from his ears. He tries to stutter out a response, then turns heel and runs out of the room. Probably out of the house.
Nabiki sighs. Normally she isn’t so heavy handed, but Ryouga’s so hard-headed he needs someone to take a hammer to his skull sometimes. Hopefully this gets the boy thinking about Ranma as more of a girl, and thinking more about that little crush he’s got. Now she needs to work on more subtle manipulations, especially for Ranma- The more you try to tell her to do something the less she’ll want to do it.
Whatever it takes for money. And… maybe she’d like to see Ranma happy, too. She’s basically a sister at this point.
“Nice fighting, Saotome.” Ryouga wipes the sweat from his brow, his hair delightfully messy. He’s got this confident smile that shows off those adorable little fangs. “This is why you’re my rival, nobody else can give me a good fight!”
“Same to you, Ryouga. Shamps and ‘Kane are too easy. You’re a challenge. I love a challenge.” Ranma cracks her knuckles and puts on her own smile, getting ready to clash with her rival once again.
They’d been fighting for over half an hour, and it was getting her really pumped up. No one else could match her like this. He was the only one that could take whatever she could dish out, she didn’t have to hold back. Even more- Ryouga was strong. Stronger than her, even. His muscles were dense as hell, like solid steel, and packed a huge punch.
Now, Ranma doesn’t really like ultra muscle-y guys, but Ryouga is… different. Sure, he has beef, but it’s well-balanced beef. Wagyu. Not like a body builder’s- the pig boy has some fat mixed into that body that fills everything out just right in a way that Ranma can’t really explain why she likes.
They meet in mid-air, trading blows, and fall back down to the ground on opposite sides of the dojo. She turns around, nursing a few more bruises. Ryouga looks back at her, none the worse for wear. When did he lose the shirt? God, that’s distracting. The glimmers of sweat running down his abs like that are… unfair.
“You look distracted.” Ryouga’s confident voice breaks The redhead from her stupor of… staring at him.
“P-put your shirt back on, p-pig-breath!” She stutters out, flustered. Ryouga ignores her, walking across the dojo to her side.
“You sure you want me to do that? Looks like you’re enjoying it.” He keeps getting closer, backing up Ranma against the wall. He’s so… tall. Big. Especially compared to her.
Ranma’s back hits the wall as Ryouga’s warm hands softly grab her waist, sending a pleasant shock up her spine. She’s pinned. She should push him away, kick him in the family jewels… but she doesn’t particularly want to. The low rumbling chuckle coming from Ryouga, his strong arms wrapping around her, the warmth of his body, the cute fang poking out from the corner of his smile as his face gets closer to hers…
She wants to kiss him, she thinks.
Their lips get closer… closer… then-
Ranma shoots up from the kotatsu, the clinking of plates interrupting her nap. Kasumi was setting breakfast.
What the HELL was THAT!?