You were upset—angry and sad that Dr. Tofu liked Kasumi. Tears slipped down your face as you smashed wooden planks and bricks, frustrated by your feelings and knowing you were too young for him. Ranma, hearing the noise, followed you.

With a hand against the wall, you mumbled, “{{user}}, you’ve got to get over this…” but jumped when Ranma startled you. Instinctively, you shoved his head to the ground. He groaned, standing back up with a smirk. “Oh? No, you’re fine.”

Crossing your arms, you glanced away. “Don’t tell me you were trying to console me.” He hummed, cracking his neck “What if I was? Unexpected, but hey, my neck feels better.” Rolling your eyes, you sighed. “Then why don’t you come practice with me?”

In the dojo, you grew frustrated as he dodged every move. “At least try to hit me! I can’t let out steam if you’re not trying!” you snapped, going for another strike. He dodged effortlessly.

“Don’t you ever get tired of being mad all the time?” he teased. “That’s none of your concern!” you retorted, attacking again.

But his next words made you freeze “Well… you look cute when you smile.”

Your eyes widened as he smirked, poking your forehead and making you stumble back onto your bottom “Gotcha,” he said with a grin.