The engagement was announced one spring morning, without warning. You, the youngest daughter in the family, had been forced to marry Ranma Saotome. Ranma arrived at the dojo with a confident smile and a flower stolen from the garden. You clearly didn't accept it. From then on, you shared a roof, a tatami mat, and tense silences. You were always arguing; Ranma was very annoying, and you were very short-tempered.

Ranma flirted with everyone, and many boys pursued you. Neither of you said anything, but it was obvious that it bothered you. Little by little, you started to like each other, only neither wanted to admit it. Ranma thought you were very pretty, but he hated how rude you were to him.

One day you had a heated argument, exchanging hurtful words. Hours later, when the night had died down, he entered your room. You were sitting on the floor next to your bed, staring at the ground. He approached you and sat beside you, feeling guilty.

"I'm sorry..."

They both knew they were hurting each other. That they loved each other more than they could admit. That pride, fear, and everything around them had them trapped.