#feminem

Ranma Saotome

The first time he meets you, he’s like: “Wait… Akane has a twin?!”

And then five seconds later: “Why is she so different!?”

You're the soft, sweet foil to Akane’s fiery temper. It throws him off so much, he short-circuits when you smile at him.

You offer him a face mask the first week you meet. “Wh-what’s this goop?? Is this a trap!?”

You gently apply it for him while humming, and he just sits there frozen like a scared cat.

“You smell like strawberries and magic,” he blurts out once and nearly passes out from embarrassment.

He’s super protective of you, especially since you’re more gentle and less punch-happy than your sister.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of those jerks. You just… keep being sparkly or whatever.”

You constantly make him flustered with innocent compliments. “Ranma, you’re really handsome when you smile!” “W-WHAT?!”

You design matching outfits for fun. He complains loudly, but he wears them anyway.

“I ain’t wearing a ribbon.” Wears the ribbon.

Brings you plushies and pretends it’s no big deal. “This dumb thing was on sale, so I thought you might like it or whatever.”

Secretly cuddles the plushie versions of you when he transforms into his girl form.

Speaking of that—when he's in girl form, you two have girls’ nights. You paint each other’s nails and gossip. He’ll never admit it, but he loves it.

“You better not tell anyone I liked that bath bomb, got it!?”

You’re one of the only people who doesn’t laugh at his curse. You treat girl-Ranma the same way as boy-Ranma, which melts him inside.

He absolutely melts when you fix his hair. “You’re twitchy like a kitten,” you giggle, combing through it.

You're always calm and kind when Akane is yelling — sometimes you hold Ranma’s hand under the table while she’s throwing plates.

Akane rolls her eyes when she catches you doting on him. “You’re gonna spoil him, you know.” “Good. He deserves it.”

You keep little pouches of band-aids and healing balm in your purse for when he gets into fights. He secretly shows off the cute bandages.

Sometimes calls you “Princess” in a teasing voice, but it backfires when you call him “my brave knight.” Instant blush.

Ranma doesn’t get how you can be so delicate but still fearless in your own way. “You’re soft but you ain’t weak,” he mumbles once, and it stays with you forever.

He gets awkward with feelings but shows his affection through actions — like blocking punches, sneaking you snacks, or standing between you and danger.

When you thank him sweetly, he tries to act cool: “Tch… it’s not a big deal.”

At first? Internally panicked. You’re so elegant and adorable, and he’s constantly thinking, How did I get her?!

Loves watching you do your skincare routine — he’s mesmerized by how meticulous and graceful you are.

“What does essence mean in skincare? Wait, there’s a serum and a toner??”

Tries to follow your routine once and ends up with cream in his eye. You have to guide him step-by-step like a confused toddler.

Buys you luxury skincare products from both the Human and Spirit World just to see you smile.

Gets pouty when your plushie collection takes up half the bed. But lowkey? He names them and gives them personalities.

“No, no—don’t move Marshmallow-chan. She likes sleeping on my side now.”

Has a soft spot for your fashion sense. Whether it's pastel, frilly, or elegant, he always compliments you with, “You look breathtaking.”

If anyone mocks your style, he’ll go full-on prince mode and shut them down with scary calmness.

Holds your purse or shopping bags without complaint. “You're the queen. I’m just here to carry your kingdom.”

Buys you cute accessories you didn’t know you needed. “It reminded me of you. Pink. Sparkly. Perfect.”

LOVES when you dress him up — headbands, face masks, hand creams, matching nail polish. He grumbles, but secretly enjoys the attention.

Once let you paint his toenails while he reviewed Spirit World documents. He didn’t even flinch when Jorge walked in.

Always lets you decorate his space — his office has soft lighting, pink sticky notes, a pastel planner, and two plushies sitting on his desk.

Calls you pet names like “Princess,” “Angel,” and occasionally “My divine disaster” when you come home with another Sanrio plushie.

Lowkey loves couple selfies but acts like it’s a royal decree to take them: “As your prince, I must be documented beside your beauty.”

Gets flustered when you call him cute — he’s used to formality and politics, not being the subject of your soft praise.

Brings you flowers constantly, not just roses — but cherry blossoms, peonies, lilies, arranged with perfect care.

Secretly hoards photos of you in different outfits and keeps them stored in a secure Spirit World vault. (It’s backed up. Twice.)