Yandere! Ranma x reader

Ranma's new low

I sat at the dining table, the phone pressed against my ear as my father's voice blasted through the speaker, his outrage practically shaking the walls.

"What did you even buy?! $500?!" he bellowed, his anger practically tangible. "I'm outraged! I'm disgusted! When I get back, young lady, you're GROUNDED!"

My free hand gripped the edge of the table as I cringed, his words slicing through the already fragile calm I'd tried to maintain all day. Across from me, Ranma leaned back in his chair, his feet propped up on another, casually munching on a bag of chips. His dark eyes sparkled with barely concealed amusement, and every now and then, he'd raise an eyebrow at me, silently egging me on to respond. It only made the situation worse.

"No going outside!" Dad's voice cracked through the line like a whip, each syllable harsher than the last. "You'll be confined to your room! No boys! No technology! You'll go to and from school and that's it! You'll live like a dead girl for the rest of the year, you hear me?!"

I grimaced, trying to focus on the grain of the wooden table instead of the knot tightening in my chest. Ranma, apparently finding the situation far too entertaining, crunched louder, his face a picture of exaggerated innocence. His antics earned him a glare from me, but it only made him smirk.

"What's wrong?" he mouthed, feigning concern as he tilted the chip bag toward me. "Want one?"

I ignored him, focusing instead on the rising pitch of my dad's fury. I didn't bother telling him I didn't really have friends anymore—or that I already felt like a ghost in my own life. What was the point? He'd never understand. Even if I tried, the words would twist and tangle in my throat, and I'd end up choking on them. So, I sat there, silent, letting his tirade wash over me like a relentless storm.

"And don't even think about giving me that 'I'm sorry' nonsense!" he continued. "Sorry doesn't cut it! You think money grows on trees? You think I'm just made of it? Wait until I get back! We'll see how sorry you are then!"

Ranma mimicked a tiny violin, his fingers moving mockingly as if playing a sorrowful tune. My glare deepened, but he didn't stop, shaking his head dramatically and mouthing, "Such tragedy."

When Dad finally paused, there was a tense silence, like he was daring me to speak. "Do you have anything to say for yourself?" he demanded, his tone sharp and heavy with expectation.

I stared at the table, my grip tightening on the phone. The words I wanted to say—needed to say—bubbled at the back of my throat but never made it out. Instead, I swallowed hard and whispered, "No. I'm sorry."

"Sorry's not good enough!" Dad snapped. "Just you wait until I get back!" The call ended with a loud click, the sound sharp and final, like a door slamming shut in my face.

I set the phone down on the table, my hands trembling slightly. Across from me, Ranma leaned back in his chair, popping the last bite of his snack into his mouth. "Well," he said, his tone casual, "sounds like you're in for a fun time."

I shot him a sharp glare, my frustration bubbling to the surface. "Not helping, Ranma."

He smirked, leaning forward to rest his chin on his hand. "You know, for someone who just got their future locked down, you're taking this pretty well."

"Not like I have much of a choice," I muttered, pushing my chair back and standing. "I'm going to my room."

"Ah, don't sweat it!" Ranma called after me, his grin widening as he stood and lazily followed. "I'll still sneak in, princess, no need to worry. With no distractions, we'll have so much time together." His tone was light, but the implications twisted my stomach. "It'll be great," he added, his voice dripping with smug amusement.