Akane Kendo: Gentle Switch

Chapter 1

Ranma Saotome found himself in one of the strangest situations he'd ever experienced, and that was saying a lot. Sitting in the Tendo household, the young martial artist watched the scene unfold with a mix of embarrassment and concern. In front of him, Akane, his feisty fiancée, wore her usual defiant expression. But there was something different this time, a subtle tension hanging in the air between them.

Akane crossed her arms, her hair slightly disheveled and her expression more scornful than usual. "I don’t get what keeps you here, Saotome. Isn’t it enough that you’re already making my life harder?"

Ranma sighed. "If it were up to me, believe me, I'd pack my bags right away. But you know how our dads are. They think a little 'family harmony' will do us good."

Akane rolled her eyes. "Family harmony? With you? Yeah, right."

The following days were filled with situations Ranma could never have imagined. Under the watchful eyes of their fathers, the young man had the task of preparing meals for Akane, and, according to the instructions given, doing it with a surprising twist: large portions, calorie-rich foods, and a fair amount of sweets. It seemed absurd to him, but he went along with the plan, trying not to raise any suspicions.

"What’s this?" Akane exclaimed one evening, staring at a tray of decorated cupcakes Ranma had just placed on the table.

"Just a little something," he said, forcing a grin to hide his embarrassment. "I thought you might like them. After all the training you do, a little extra energy wouldn’t hurt."

Akane eyed the sweets suspiciously, but after a brief hesitation, she picked one up. "If I gain weight, I’ll strangle you," she threatened, taking a decisive bite. Ranma couldn’t help but notice how she kept eating, almost unaware of how much she was enjoying the taste.

Weeks passed, and the change began to show. Akane, usually so energetic and always on the move, started to show a more relaxed side. Her body, while still maintaining the strength of someone who trains every day, took on a softness she hadn’t had before. Her cheeks became fuller, her curves more defined. Her clothes started to fit a bit tighter, a clear sign of a change that she either ignored or tried to brush off with distractions.

"Don’t think I don’t notice how you look at me," she said one day, tightening the belt of her training jacket that no longer closed the way it used to.

"I’m not looking at you any differently," Ranma defended himself, blushing and looking away. But deep down, he couldn’t deny that this new Akane intrigued him, attracted him in ways he couldn’t explain.

Over time, though, it wasn’t just Akane’s body that was changing. Her attitude began to shift as well. Where she had once approached Ranma with her usual aggressiveness, now she seemed less inclined to confront him directly. Her responses became less sharp, her behavior more hesitant, almost submissive at times. When he handed her a sweet or made an elaborate meal, she simply nodded in thanks, no longer throwing her usual jabs.

Ranma noticed every detail. The way she seemed more self-aware, more mindful of her movements, more willing to be guided. It wasn’t a complete transformation, but a subtle change that showed in her gestures and her glances. And no matter how hard he tried not to focus on it, he couldn’t help but find her fascinating.

"What are you staring at?" Akane asked one day, snapping him out of his thoughts as she absentmindedly brushed crumbs from a skirt that seemed a bit more form-fitting than usual.

"Nothing," he replied, with a smile that betrayed his genuine curiosity. "It’s just... you look good."

She looked at him in surprise, then blushed slightly, lowering her gaze. "Stop saying nonsense."