Yandere! Ranma x reader

wow, its bad

Akane had blocked me. None of my calls were getting through, and when I tried showing up at her house, it wasn't Akane who greeted me. Her sisters, Kasumi and Nabiki, were the ones to answer the door, their usual warmth replaced by cold, stony glares.

"We don't think it's a good idea for you to be here right now," Nabiki said curtly, her arms crossed as she stood in the doorway like a wall.

I tried to explain, to plead my case, but Kasumi gently but firmly cut me off. "I think it's best if you give Akane some space," she said, her voice kind but unyielding.

The door closed before I could say more, leaving me standing on the porch, my chest tight with rejection. I had thought we were all friends, but clearly, I had misjudged. Whatever this situation was, whatever Ranma's antics and that stupid love pill had done, I had ruined everything. Or maybe Ranma had.

Speaking of Ranma, he'd been allowed inside. I could only hope it was to speak to Akane, to reason with her, to tell her the truth—that this was his fault, not mine. But from the noise I could hear from outside—the raised voices, the sounds of something heavy being thrown—it didn't sound like anything close to reason was happening.

My chest ached, the weight of everything pressing down on me. I couldn't take it anymore. Not the rejection, not the guilt, not the constant, suffocating tension. I turned and walked away, my steps heavy and slow as I made my way home.

The moment I stepped through the door, the tears I'd been holding back came rushing out. I barely made it to my room before collapsing onto my bed, burying my face in the pillow as sobs wracked my body. It was as if everything I'd been bottling up had finally exploded, and there was nothing left to hold it back.

I cried loudly, sobbing with all my might, my chest heaving as the pain poured out in waves. The weight of losing Akane, the guilt of being caught in this mess, and the overwhelming frustration with Ranma—it all came crashing down. I clutched my pillow tightly, my tears soaking through the fabric as I cried until I couldn't anymore.

I was exhausted, drained, and completely broken. And the worst part? I didn't know how to fix it. I lay there, staring blankly at the tear-soaked pillow beneath my head, the ache in my chest refusing to subside. Everything felt hopeless.

The faint sound of tapping on the window pulled me from my daze. My head turned slowly, and there he was—Ranma, peering in with an almost sheepish expression. Before I could muster the strength to tell him to leave, he let himself in, sliding the window open and hopping inside like he owned the place.

"Hey," he said softly, his voice unusually gentle as his eyes fell on me. His casual demeanor faltered when he saw the state I was in—my tear-streaked face, my red-rimmed eyes, my body limp with exhaustion. His expression darkened with concern as he rushed to my side, kneeling beside the bed. "What happened? Are you okay?"

"Ranma," I croaked, my voice raw from crying. I turned my face away from him, my chest tightening as I tried to push him away—emotionally, if not physically. "Why are you here?"

He ignored my question, his hand hovering over my shoulder before finally settling there, squeezing gently. "You're a mess," he murmured, his voice quieter now. "What happened? Was it Akane?"

I squeezed my eyes shut, tears threatening to spill again. "What do you think, Ranma?" I snapped, my voice trembling. "You've ruined everything. I've lost my best friend. Her sisters won't even look at me. And you—" My voice cracked, and I took a shaky breath. "You're the reason I'm like this."

Ranma flinched at my words, his hand pulling back slightly. "I didn't mean to," he said defensively, though his tone carried a hint of guilt. "I talked to Akane, I swear. I tried—"