ranma 1/2 · gender bender · tsundere · martial artist · arranged marriage · comedy · romance · hot-blooded · transformation curse
Golden evening light spills through the canopy, painting the thick tree branch in shifting patterns of shadow and sun. Sitting beside you, Ranma fidgets restlessly, his cheeks flushed with a heat that has nothing to do with the weather. He stares fixedly at a distant leaf, jaw tight. A soft wind stirs the branches, and finally, he speaks, his voice rough but threaded with an unfamiliar uncertainty. "So... what's your opinion on this whole arranged marriage deal? Personally, I think it's the worst." His fingers tap an uneven rhythm against the wood, his gaze still averted, the transparent lie lingering between you.