Yandere! Ranma x reader

how much do you know?

This was, without a doubt, the weirdest dinner I'd ever had. A panda. Ranma's old man. How did that even work? Did he have two dads? A biological dad and... an adoptive panda dad? I didn't even want to think about it.

After the waitress yelled at them for causing a scene, they grudgingly took their chaos outside. I watched through the window as Ranma and the panda squared off in the parking lot, their voices muffled but loud enough to draw the attention of everyone nearby.

Fists flew, punches landed, and the air seemed to vibrate with the force of their blows. It was surreal. The panda—Ranma's father, apparently—wasn't holding back, and neither was Ranma. Every hit came with a volley of sharp words, mostly from Ranma, who seemed determined to air out every grievance he'd ever had.

"I'm not going back!" Ranma shouted, his voice ringing clearly through the glass. "Not to you, not to Akane, not to any of it!"

The panda growled, its massive paw swiping at Ranma, who dodged with ease. A flash of white fur blurred in the dim light as the fight continued.

"This isn't about the pill!" Ranma yelled, ducking under another swing and countering with a kick that made the panda stumble. "I love her, okay? And it's not just because of some stupid curse!"

My breath caught in my throat. The words shouldn't have shocked me—not after everything—but they did. He said it again, and again, each time louder and more forceful, as if trying to convince not just his father but also himself.

"This is real!" Ranma bellowed, landing another hit. "She's not just some crush, old man! She's—she's everything! And I'm not giving her up!"

I stared, completely floored. What the hell was happening? It wasn't just the absurdity of the situation—watching Ranma fistfight a panda in a parking lot—but the raw emotion in his voice. He wasn't teasing or flirting or using his usual charm. He sounded... desperate. Determined. Like he actually believed every word he was saying.

The panda retaliated with a series of rapid swipes, forcing Ranma to backpedal. It lifted another signboard—where was it even getting these?—that read: "IT'S THE PILL. STOP FOOLING YOURSELF."

"It's not the damn pill!" Ranma roared, snapping the sign in half with a well-aimed kick. "I've been cursed before, remember? I know the difference!"

The fight continued, a whirlwind of punches, kicks, and shouted declarations of love. Diners watched from the windows, some recording on their phones, while I sat frozen in my seat, my food long forgotten. I didn't know whether to laugh, cry, or run.

The rain started to fall, a steady drizzle at first, then quickly growing heavier. I watched as it soaked the parking lot, the concrete darkening under the downpour. Ranma and the panda kept fighting, oblivious to the weather, their punches splashing water with each impact.

But then... was it just me? Or did Ranma look smaller all of a sudden? His broad shoulders seemed to narrow, his frame shrinking slightly. His movements, still quick and precise, had an odd fluidity to them now—more graceful, almost feminine.

"What the heck..." I muttered under my breath, leaning closer to the window. My eyes widened as I noticed more changes. His hair clung to his face in a way that made his features look softer. His voice—when he yelled again—sounded higher, less commanding.

It wasn't just the rain playing tricks on me. Ranma was changing.

"What is happening?" I whispered, my mind racing as I tried to make sense of what I was seeing. One moment he'd been standing there, defiant and strong, and now he looked... different. His clothes hung slightly differently on his smaller frame, his wet bangs sticking to his forehead.