Yandere! Ranma x reader

whats on his mind?

Ranma seemed... off the next morning. We'd decided to go to school, though I wasn't sure why. Maybe I thought forcing myself back into something normal would help, or maybe I was just clinging to the hope that things couldn't get worse.

But Ranma... Ranma felt different. His teasing attitude was back, but there was something darker in his eyes, something unsettling. It was like he'd made a decision, something big, and he wasn't sharing it with me. That scared me more than I wanted to admit.

School was a nightmare. The moment I walked through the gates, I felt every pair of eyes on me. Whispers followed me down the halls, hushed but cutting, words that burrowed into my chest and made my stomach twist. I overheard fragments of conversations as I passed groups of students.

"Did you hear? She's the reason Akane's engagement is off."

"What a slut."

"Homewrecker."

I swallowed hard, my face burning as I stared at the floor, wishing it would just open up and swallow me whole. The weight of their judgment was suffocating, pressing down on me with every step. I tried to block it out, to tell myself it didn't matter, but the words stuck, lingering in the back of my mind like a bad taste.

I wasn't ready for this. I didn't think I'd ever be ready for this.

Ranma walked beside me, his presence a steadying force even though I knew he was part of the reason I was in this mess. His usual smirk was in place, but it felt forced, like he was wearing a mask to keep everyone—and maybe even me—from seeing whatever was really going on in his head.

"Don't let them get to you," he said casually, as if the stares and whispers didn't matter at all. "They're just bored."

Easy for him to say. He wasn't the one being called a homewrecker. He wasn't the one losing everything.

I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms as I struggled to hold back tears. "This is all your fault," I muttered under my breath, though I wasn't even sure if I meant it.

Ranma's smirk faltered for a moment, his dark eyes flickering with something I couldn't read. But then it was back, sharper this time. "Don't worry," he said, his voice low, almost reassuring. "I'll take care of it."

That didn't comfort me at all. In fact, it only made me more uneasy. Whatever Ranma was planning, I wasn't sure it was going to make things better. If anything, it felt like he was about to make them worse.

We entered the classroom, and the first thing I saw was Akane. She was sitting at her desk, her back straight and her expression carefully neutral, but the tension in her shoulders was unmistakable. My heart sank, the weight of everything I wanted to say to her pressing down on me.

I froze in the doorway, my feet refusing to move. What do I do? What do I say? The questions swirled in my head, making it impossible to think clearly. I felt like a deer caught in headlights, unable to escape the inevitable crash.

But Ranma didn't give me time to spiral. He grabbed my hand, pulling me along with a confident ease that felt completely at odds with the storm of emotions raging inside me. Before I knew it, he'd led me to a desk near the back, making me sit next to him.

"Relax," he said under his breath, his tone casual but firm. "It's just another day. Don't let them get to you."

I didn't respond, couldn't respond. My eyes kept darting back to Akane, who hadn't even looked in my direction. She sat there, perfectly composed, like I wasn't even in the room. And somehow, that hurt more than if she'd been glaring at me.

The whispers in the classroom were quieter now but still present, like an undercurrent I couldn't escape. I kept my head down, my hands clenched into fists on the desk.