this was supposed to be shorter but I just kept on typing ahahaha anyhow just ranma and akane being silly??
Ranma sat cross-legged in front of the family room’s table, transformed in his female body with bright strands of hair overtaking his forehead, damp and waiting for it to dry completely not having bothered to turn back.
The television’s low hum quite audible, as he found himself alone. Kasumi was in the kitchen with his mother, prepping for dinner, he supposed, but his pops and Mr. Tendo didn’t seem to be home. Nabiki was in her bedroom, and Akane was just making herself known as she walked in.
The youngest Tendo sister eyed him curiously, her eyebrows furrowing at him as her fiancé didn’t seem to be enjoying whatever entertainment daytime programming was to be offering, but rather dubiously glaring at Nabiki’s instant camera. The object was placed atop the table, seemingly harmless; it wasn’t like it was a recording device, that she knew of –– although with how fast modern technology was progressing nowadays, one was never too sure. Still, she couldn't deny she consider his doing quite odd, it only tugged at her inquisitiveness.
She made her way towards him, taking a seat beside him, mindlessly fixing her skirt by gently pulling at the hem. She looked at the camera, and then at him, beginning to pry at him, “Whatcha’ looking at?”
He grumbled, his seemingly painful expression turning into annoyance as he glanced at her from the corner of his eye, replying, “Contemplating.”
“Contemplating what?”
Ranma sighed, rolling his eyes away from her, finding himself thinking out loud, “If I wanna destroy th-this thing,” the word ‘thing’ seemingly distastefully bitter on his tongue, his face twisting in the process as he was now opposing himself from looking at the said thing.
“Destroy it? Why would you want to destroy Nabiki’s camera?” And just as she was asking the question, her voice was thinning, understanding almost instantly why he stared at the device with so much malice. The camera had been the weapon of choice Nabiki constantly used to try and monetize from Ranma’s cursed form, quite frankly, succeeding grandly.
Akane easily validified his desire to dismantle the device. Although, she knew it wouldn't be the smartest thing to do, and as Ranma exasperated a sigh, she knew he had realized this, too. “Stupid camera,” Ranma muttered under his breath, and her expression softened.
“Cameras aren’t stupid,” Akane found herself commenting, in actuality finding the concept of capturing tender moments in a still frame for forever quite lovely.
“They are to me,” he retaliated, watching him straighten his posture, appearing as though he was ready to pick a fight, knowing he was rather irritated by the camera itself than her.
“You just need to change the way you view cameras.” He tsked, unconvinced as Akane’s hands reached for the device and clicked it on, adjusting it mildly and quickly before she glanced back at Ranma, saying, “Let’s take a picture together.”
“Now, why would I-”
“I’m not taking the picture if you don’t want to, Ranma.” Her voice was soft and understanding, secure in the way that told him she wanted to take a picture with him, rather than of him.
She was smiling small, her large eyes blinking a few times towards him as she was about to set the camera down before he interrupted, “Just one?”
“Or more, if you wanna’.”
He smiled at that, and she mirrored his expression, settling herself next to him. She pressed her arm against his, tilting her head onto his as she beamed, “Three, two, one! Cheese!” Her smile was wide and mesmerizing, her flushed cheeks bright, and before he could react the flash had blinded him momentarily. Soon enough the photograph was beginning to print, finding himself blinking a few times just as the picture was forming.
Akane’s giggle was loud in his ears, blushing immensely as his fiancée brought the photograph up their faces, saying, “You look so silly.” When she had stopped laughing, her face had seemed to relax with furrowed eyebrows, the quietness overtaking them for a mere moment, as if thinking to herself the question she was asking, “Can I keep this one?”
Ranma looked at her, and then at the photograph in which it was showing how blatantly obvious he was captivated by her. His blushing cheeks almost matched his hair, but especially the way his light eyes admired her just as Akane has snapped the photo, not quite allowing him to compose himself. And it was embarrassing to say the least, especially considering it was one of them as both girls.
He could feel his entire body heat up, his cheeks overwhelming his entire face, it felt. “Wh-why this one?”
“We can take another one, so you can keep that one.” Akane suggest quickly, her toothy grin over biting onto her lower lip, a mischievous stare penetrating through him that made him agree so quickly with a simple nod. As if wasting Nabiki’s film on such “silly” photographs was rascal enough to consider payback.
He didn’t mind by any means, the way Akane resettled herself once more against Ranma’s arm, as she said, “But smile this time, okay?” She leaned her head onto Ranma’s shoulder, adjusting her posture that fit perfectly with his, her floral aroma far more notable, “Look at the camera in three, two...cheese!”
And her voice was just as cheerful as the first time, happy and joyous, her radiance easily contagious as he felt the tensing feeling upon his chest threating to combust.
The way her smile never faltered amazed him, adoring her patience as she waited for the still-developing photograph to show.
“See?” Akane asked, and he leaned toward the photos, observing each with warmer cheeks yet. “Cameras aren’t so bad,” she grinned. And she was right.
