Yandere! Ranma x reader

what happens next?

I opened my eyes, blinking against the dull ache that lingered from crying all night. Akane's soft, steady breathing beside me was the only sound in the quiet room. Her face was peaceful in sleep, a stark contrast to the turmoil we had both endured. The weight of everything—the kiss, her tears, my guilt—pressed heavily on my chest. I knew, logically, that it wasn't my fault. But logic had no place in the pit of emotions swirling inside me. It felt like I had betrayed her, and that feeling wouldn't let go.

I slid out of bed carefully, trying not to wake her. My stomach twisted with hunger, but even more so with the need to escape, to find some air and distance. Quietly, I made my way to the door, hoping to grab something to eat before heading home.

But when I opened it, my breath hitched.

Ranma stood there.

His presence startled me, and I instinctively stepped back. 

Ranma's lips pressed into a thin line, his jaw tightening as he stood. The bouquet in his hand crumpled slightly under his grip. "I just... I wanted to apologize," he said, his voice low, strained. "I know what I did was wrong. It wasn't... manly of me."

He stepped closer, and I instinctively leaned back, my heart pounding. There was something about the way he looked at me—like I was the only thing in the world that mattered. The weight of his gaze made it hard to breathe.

"I didn't mean to scare you," he continued, his voice softening. "But... I can't stop thinking about you. About us."

"There is no us," I said quickly, my voice trembling. "Ranma, this isn't you. It's the pill—"

"It's not just the pill!" he snapped, his voice suddenly sharp. The outburst startled me, and he immediately looked away, running a hand through his hair. "I'm sorry," he muttered. "I didn't mean to yell. It's just... everything feels so messed up. And you're the only thing that makes sense right now."

"Ranma..." I began, unsure of what to say. The sincerity of his words clashed with the lingering heat in his gaze, a heat that made me want to take another step back. "I think you should apologize to Akane first."

He flinched at her name, his brows furrowing as if the very mention of her created some kind of conflict within him. His grip on the bouquet tightened. "Akane..." he echoed, almost as though he was testing the sound of it. "Yeah, I should. I will."

But even as he said it, his eyes were locked on mine, as if he couldn't tear himself away. The intensity in his gaze grew, and I felt a chill run down my spine.

"I just... I had to see you first," he added, his voice dropping to a softer, almost desperate tone. "I couldn't stop thinking about you. About... us."

My stomach twisted, and I shook my head quickly. "Ranma, there is no 'us.' You know this isn't real—it's the pill talking. You're not yourself."

He stepped closer again, and I pressed my back against the doorframe, my pulse quickening. "No," he said firmly, almost defiantly. "This feels real. I've never felt anything like this before. You... you're different."

"Ranma, stop," I said, my voice trembling. "This isn't you. The pill is messing with your head, and you need to fight it. Please."

For a moment, his expression flickered, his brows drawing together as if he was trying to process my words. Then, just as quickly, the strange intensity returned. "I don't care what caused it," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "I just know I—"

"Ranma!" I snapped, louder than I intended. The sharpness of my voice seemed to cut through his haze, and he blinked, stepping back as if realizing how close he'd gotten.