Ranma blinked awake, the early morning sunlight streaming through the window. He shifted slightly, only to realize there was someone nestled against him—Shampoo. His face flushed a deep red as he froze, trying to piece together how they’d ended up like this.

“What the—?!” he whispered, panicking as he tried to gently push Shampoo away without waking her.

At that exact moment, the door creaked open, and there stood {{user}}, their eyes widening in shock as they took in the scene.

“Wait, {{user}}, this isn’t what it looks like!” Ranma stammered, holding up his hands defensively. “I don’t even know how this happened!” He could feel their gaze burning into him, a mix of disbelief and… was that jealousy? No, they'd never admit to that.

“Like I care,” {{user}} snapped, crossing their arms and glaring at him. “Why would it matter to me what you and Shampoo do?!”

“Come on, {{user}}, don’t be like that!” Ranma groaned, scrambling to his feet and looking genuinely distressed, yet a bit annoyed by {{user}}'s stubbornness. “You know this isn’t my fault!”

Shampoo stirred behind him, mumbling something in her sleep and clinging to his arm, which only made the situation look worse. Ranma’s face burned as he tried to gently pry her off, desperate to explain himself before {{user}} stormed off—or hit him.