Yandere! Ranma x reader

we need help

The clinic was eerily quiet as I stepped into the room where Ranma was waiting. He was sitting on the edge of the exam bed, his elbows resting on his knees, and his gaze lifted the moment I entered. There was something in the way he looked at me now—something too intense, too focused—that sent a ripple of unease through my chest.

"You came back," he said, his voice soft but laced with relief.

"I promised I would," I replied, moving cautiously toward him. "But we need to talk."

He straightened slightly, his lips pressing into a thin line. "Dr. Tofu says there's no cure for this. Not unless..." He trailed off, his gaze flicking to the floor.

"Unless what?" I asked, stopping a few feet away.

He stood slowly, his movements deliberate, as if trying not to startle me. But his height, his presence—it felt suffocating in the small room. "Unless you stop rejecting me," he said, his voice steady but tinged with vulnerability. His gaze held mine, "If you just... liked me back, we could fix this. We could be happy. i know you like me."

I froze, his words hanging heavy in the air. "Ranma," I started, "that's not how this works. The pill is making you feel this way. It's not real."

"It feels real," he insisted, stepping closer, his voice dropping to something deeper, something that sent a shiver down my spine. "And it's not just the pill. It can't be. I've never felt this strongly about anyone before. Not like this."

I stepped back instinctively, but he followed, closing the distance between us with a deliberate slowness that felt like it had weight. His gaze flicked to my lips, and I swallowed hard, heat rising to my cheeks.

"That's the magic talking," I said quickly, my voice trembling as I tried to regain control. "It's twisting your emotions, making you think you feel something that isn't real. I'm your friend, Ranma. That's all I've ever been."

His lips curled into a faint, humorless smile, and he shook his head. "You think this is magic?" he asked, his tone almost bitter. "Then explain why I can't stop thinking about you. Why every time I look at you, I—" He cut himself off, his jaw tightening as his fists clenched at his sides. His breath hitched, and when he spoke again, his voice was lower, rougher. "Why I want you so badly it hurts."

The air between us felt charged, suffocating. My chest tightened, my heart pounding painfully. "Ranma," I said, my voice shaking, "this isn't you."

"Then who am I?" he snapped, his voice breaking. "Because right now, I don't even know anymore. All I know is that when I'm with you, I can breathe again. And when you're not here, it's like the walls are closing in. I can't sleep. I can't eat. I can't think straight." He took another step forward, and I backed into the wall, trapped by the intensity of his gaze. "And when you're this close," he added, his voice dropping to a whisper, "it's all I can do to stop myself from—"

"Ranma, stop!" I blurted out, my voice cracking. My heart raced, my hands trembling as I pressed them against his chest to keep him at a distance. "This isn't real. It's the pill. You have to fight it."

He flinched, his hands hovering in the air as if he wanted to touch me but was forcing himself not to. "It doesn't feel fake," he said softly, his voice trembling. "It feels like I'm drowning every time you pull away. And I'm tired of drowning."

Tears pricked at my eyes, guilt twisting in my chest. "Ranma," I said, my voice cracking, "this isn't your fault. None of this is your fault. But you have to hold on. You can't ask me to pretend, to lie, just to make this go away."

"It's not pretending," he said, his tone softer but no less desperate. "You care about me. I know you do. I've seen it. Felt it. Why can't that be enough?"