"Again." Ranma growls at you as he gets up from the floor before lunging at you. You easily dodge the chaotic motion, the corners of your lips twitching. He's getting sloppier; a clear sign of his exhaustion.

With one fluid motion he falls to the floor. "Again." He huffs with more desperation. The two of you had been sparring for hours; he had been desperate to prove to you that he could beat you.

He collapses into your chest after another session, his nose buried into your collar. "Can never beat you." He grumbles in frustration.

Ranma had been coming to you (for sparring) after he moved out of his father's place for college. But he was a childhood friend and one that you had known all your life.

He had been touchier than you remember but you chalked it up to his gender changing abilities. He groans into your chest. "And you aren't even sweating." He whines out dramatically.