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all heads turn when she walks in the room

the heads turn, jaws drop meme

We realize when it’s coming: that moment when one half of a potential love-equation sees the other all cleaned up, usually for a special event or formal occasion. Everyone stops and stares. The world pauses for one breath, one warm instant where the stars align; it seems like it does, anyway. Everything is perfect.

Now all that build up and the inevitable awkwardness after jaws are picked up off the floor can be yours for one low, low price of a free meme!

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[ literally everything he owns/wears is OTT. ]

[She only does her very best.]

"O-oh spirits..."

Azula hadn't expected this. While it wasn't unusual for Ranma to make the Class President blush and have confusing feelings this was a whole new level. Who knew they could look so...elegant? Their attitude was not always desirable or appropriate but in this moment it was impossible for the uptight girl to stop starring.

"T-that's...that's a lot of skin for you to be so...so casually showing off." She mumbled unable to find any other faults in how Ranma is presenting herself.

"Yeah, well, I've worn less concealing things than this. This is pretty tame. You should come see me by the pool sometime if you think this is a lot of skin." The redheaded martial artist stretched her arms up and cracked her knuckles.

She wanted to come to this event as a guy, but she was told to go all out. And there wasn't much you could do with just a suit besides maybe bedazzling it with jewels and flowers. By now, with how long she's had her curse, she doesn't feel all that flustered or embarrassed about prettying up herself to wow the crowd. And judging by Azula's reaction here, she certainly pulled it off well.

"You don't look that bad yourself." Ranma honestly expected a lot grander from her, something so extravagant she'd snark about. But no, she actually looked... nice. "... Shall we get going?" The martial artist, hesitantly, extended her hand to the other girl.

Azula hesitated as well. Forming an alliance with such a powerful fighter would be a boon in the upcoming negotiations, this was after all the most important meeting between their schools all year. It would determine territory, budgets, and of course which school was the strongest.

But she also knew Ranma to be boorish, rude, difficult to control and even perverse. Was she really willing to risk all that-

She was already linking arms with her. The two entering the courtyard like long time lovers. Azula's own dress showing off her elegant and pampered curves far more then she ever would in a normal classroom setting.

"I suppose I just...didn't expect you knew how to embrace your feminine side so effectively. It's enough to make one's stomach flutter." she confessed in the sort of double edged honesty that could be as insulting as it was flattering.

She normally wouldn't care much about these sort of silly get togethers. But given that it was very important for everything to go off without a hitch... Well, she could swallow her masculine pride for a bit and actually do her damnedest to play along with everything. Even if that means dancing and partying with a snobby, irritating know-it-all-and-better-than-you-all girl like Azula.

... Even if she was kind of cute right now. And her dress really hugged her body so well, just like her own body. Ranma usually doesn't stare, but she found herself slightly enamored by Azula's gorgeous beauty right about now.

"... How funny. I was just thinking the same thing about you.~" Of course Ranma couldn't help but tease and snark. Unlike a lot of the other times when it was over some petty squabble or argument between the two of them though, this time was mostly playful and joking in a lighthearted manner.

And sure enough, Azula smirked right back as she led the two of them past some people taking photos. Were they actual reporters or just pervy students looking to sell pictures of them later? Who knows?

"You've had this "affliction" For some time now." Azula mused opting to guide Ranma to a snack table so they could have some drinks poured for them. "So was this lovely dress something you already had at home? Or did you go out and acquire it just for me?"

"Don't remind me. I was hoping to come to this normally. But I didn't have a lot of good suits, and the ones I did got ruined and needed to be washed. So... I just had to make do." Whether or not those people were legitimate or just some perverts looking to snap a few shots of two gorgeous women, Ranma didn't paid them much mind. If this was around when she first got her cursed, she might've gotten herself kicked out for knocking their heads together. But when you've got a girl who regularly takes photo of your cursed form to sell, you get used to being the target of photography.

"Nah, this was something I wore a while back. Long story short, had to break into a castle to save a friend. We kept this dress around in case we ever needed it, though I was hoping I wouldn't have to wear it again. It's a bit... constricting in some areas. But if it helps this, then I can deal with it."

Pouring herself her own drink, the martial artist gave a teasing smile and batted her eyes in a flirty manner. "I see you staring. See something you like, princess?~"

"A perfectly reasonable excuse to keep something like this around." She mused and then added "I had heard you had a bit of a hero complex. It suits you almost as well as the dress does."

It was almost as if Ranma waited for her to take a drink before teasing her like that because her cheeks bulged and she had to tap into her willpower to not spit her drink out in embarrassment. Once she'd swallowed, her face red she tried to salvage her dignity somewhat.

"Y-yes well, I suppose compliments are due. While everyone knows you to be a skilled fighter I always thought you a bit...lacking in social skills. But tonight you are..." She hesitated to find the right words.

"Powerful. Looking at you is a powerful experience." she decided "One I was not prepared for. But I suppose I'm not the only one who underestimates you."

"Hey, that's just what a martial artist and a man does. Help people out in need." She says while currently rocking an extravagant dress. The irony of her statement is not lost on her.

Oh trust her, she did. She waited for the princess of the Fire Nation to take a good sip of her drink before making her comment. It wasn't the spit take she was hoping for, but the next best thing wasn't bad either. The face she made was utterly priceless, Ranma silently prayed those people taking pictures managed to capture it on camera. For Azula's sake, Ranma held back a laugh and responded with a flex of her arm, showing off the bits of muscle from years of hard training. "I get that a lot. You're not so bad looking yourself. Though that much isn't new, you're usually pretty beautiful yourself..."

... 'when you don't have a pole up your keister and aren't on my case all the time', Ranma wanted to add. But she's actually learning how not to piss off people with everything she says. "I'm surprised you actually wanted to go to this party with me of all people. Was I really the only one available?"

"Martial Artist perhaps, but how many men do you know who are so willing to put themselves out there for someone they argue with almost daily?"

In Azula's experience Men had long since abandoned the path of honor and dignity that she believed women were more accustomed to. Of course they were still in school so it could just be the men she knew.

The compliment seemed to roll right off Azula at first "Yes of course I am, but it's nice that you're finally admitting it." While her tone was casual there was a hint of spreading blush in her cheeks.

"As for why...I suppose I may have been bending the truth when I claimed there was no one else. More accurately I knew that no one else would be good enough, strong enough, clever enough." She mused and hesitated before adding "Not to stroke your already thick ego but you must realize that you are the most popular and skilled man in our grade, and second most skilled woman."

She took another sip leading them deeper into the party where the negotiations between school leaders was going to take place. Choosing to not mention that Ranma was far and wide more popular then she was even if she was in an elected position.

The question got a light shrug from the redhead. "Fair enough. I've just done more for people who've done worse to me." That includes saving their lives even if they were trying to kill her just seconds ago. "This is nothing. Plus you're not that bad of a person, if a bit grating and uptight at times." Though blunt, Ranma wasn't actually trying to insult her then.

As much of a, to put lightly, massive prick Ranma can be, honor is something she takes very seriously. Even if others refuse to be, she still keeps to the teachings she learned over her decade long training. Ranma didn't miss the blush on the other girl's face, smirking to herself. Though for a moment, it gets replaced with genuine surprise. "Huh, really? Never really paid attention to the popularity polls or anything, so no, I never realized that. I'm a lot more used to people calling me a menace or worse."

She really had to do her best to not pout at the 'second most skilled woman'. Not just cause of her masculine pride making her feel a bit irked at being considered for the listing, but also her competitive need to be the best being a little miffed at the 'second' part. Following behind Azula, Ranma was just now realizing how many people were here. She knows other schools were supposed to be at this event, but this many people were starting to make her feel a little overcrowded.

"So what are we going to do? Dance, drink and whatever? I don't ever go to these type of parties a lot. At least, not ones where people aren't trying to fight me." That probably isn't shocking...

"Some dancing is going to happen." she explained setting aside her empty glass "Negotiations will follow. If the other schools attempt to take more then we're willing to offer or they refuse to submit to our demands then the fighting happens."

And sure enough as they moved to the dance floor Ranma would probably start to pick up on which people in the room held themselves like fighters and which ones were probably just here to be charismatic and intimidating. Thankfully Azula could do both and she knew Ranma could as well when pushed into it.

"It's a matter of pride of course that our school holds the territory it does along with such lofty test scores." She reasoned "Can't you feel their jealous stares? They want so badly to be on our level."

Or perhaps what she was detecting was the jealous stares of people who would much rather have Ranma on their arm and wanted to get Azula out of the way.