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if you stay i would even wait all night or until my heart explodes

ao3 | ff.net | ship: ranma/akane | rating: T+ | words: 4,361

summary:

If there was anything Akane knew better than anyone in this world, it would have to be that Ranma’s insensitivity wasn’t on purpose. And it wasn’t that she wanted to justify the fool, she just felt that she had a better judgment when it came to pinpointing all his flaws, especially the ones that made him a jerk. Crushing on your childhood friend should be fine, as long as you don't act upon it, right? What happens when you do?

“Stupid,” Ryoga groaned, slamming a fist against his kotatsu table, a mild glare towards Ranma. The bandana wearing man was fuming, noticeably upset across his friend, who seemingly appeared as though he was going to be sick. “Now,” he continued, gently rubbing his temple in a sense to try and sooth an upcoming headache, “what did you ask her again? If what...?”   

Ranma rolled his eyes, annoyed, and frustrated, too, looking away as he shrugged his shoulders, “I just asked how many guys she’s stringing along.” Saying it out loud stung his chest, knowing very well he’d fucked up, immensely. Because he knew Akane like the back of his hand, if anything, she was doing anything but. He was just caught up in his own emotions, upset and hot-headed...jealous, if you will.   

After Akane had kicked him out, he had knocked on her bathroom door for a moment, insisting that they talk as he tried to apologize, but she just kept shouting things at him and ultimately, he allowed her some space. He had dragged his feet out of her apartment, away from the homely hold she'd enveloped him in and straight to Ryoga’s.   

He hadn’t told him everything; that they had kissed, yes, twice, in a matter of fact. In his bedroom, and then in her apartment. But he wasn’t so loose with the details of how much she had craved her, and wanted to devour her once he actually took her in his arms. And how worse he felt in actuality, for suggesting such a ludicrous thing.   

Ryoga had been quick to exclaim his congratulations, assuming they were an item, until Ranma shattered his dreams by telling him just how bad he’d shoved his foot down his throat in his idiotic moment of insecurity.   

Within seconds, Ryoga’s gleeful smile diminish into an exasperated sigh, urging to smack the back of his head frenzy in a way to try and rattle any sort of common sense into him.   

“You’ve got to apologize, like now .”  

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