Sitting at the low table for breakfast. Akane sat opposite Ranma, her face set in a scowl. Her fiance was better at martial arts than her, and ...
Stabbing her chopsticks into the rice, (at the moment) a curvier girl than her. Ranma and Genma had been caught in a shower on their morning run, and the room was starting to smell of damp panda.
She thought she saw (no...) felt something different about Ranma as she ate her breakfast. A degree of restraint, decorum... not just shovelling rice down her throat.
"Dad..." she started uncertainly. Her voice falling silent.
Genma just grunted and looked over, his pile of blank signs sitting untouched against his furry thigh.
"When I'm... running as a girl... I ..." her cheeks turned crimson, and she looked jealously across to Akane.
"I need support." she blurted the words out in a hurried whisper.
As if afraid of being misunderstood, she gave her chest a playful squeeze.
The two fathers spat their tea across the table in shock. This wasn't like Ranma at all. Akane shot an accusing look at her fiance. But only received a blank look back.
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