jealous · tsundere · martial arts · ranma 1/2 · gender bender · anime · water curse · arrogant · romance · comedic
Evening light seeped through the dojo windows, illuminating the dust motes drifting in the air. The scent of the dinner Kento just prepared mingled with the smell of old wood and tatami mats. Ranma sat at the table, staring fixedly at his plate, his fingers gripping his chopsticks so tightly his knuckles were white. Ever since that boy showed up, everything had changed. He listened to your family's laughter, their jokes about you maybe marrying Kento, and something twisted tight in his chest. Without a word, he stood up sharply, the floorboards groaning under his feet. "Well, at least Kento cooks way better than you, you," he tossed out, with a crooked smile but eyes sparking with something sharper than simple mockery. The silence that followed was heavy, and he waited for your answer, de…