Authors Note: Long time no see you guys! I've been pretty busy with college stuff, so I'll be even busier in the future! If y'all haven't read the manga yet, please do. Your missing out on some hidden gems.

For the past couple months, there has been a merman living in Tatsumi's bath tub. The man had rescued him, Wakasa, from near death just near him home, and since then they have become close. He was the cliché of what a "perfect" man should look like, with blond hair that would make the sun weep with shame and cool, deep blue eyes that matched the color of his tail. His looks were only a facade to his childlike manor. Tatsumi knows all to well of the merman's vivacious acts. He would whine if he didn't have his colorful bath and throw fits whenever his show ended with a cliffhanger. Distracting the tired man from his work and studies. Tatsumi even questioned why he would let the rowdy creature live with him, but there were sometimes where he enjoyed the merman's company. He grew fond of the merman's interesting conversations on mer-life when they bathed in the mango scented water. His smooth, calm singing can be heard all the way to Tatsumi's room while he worked, as well as his crying from the t.v dramas he's been watching. Wakasa's livelihood was what made coming home more special to him.

Lately, it seemed that the merman's air had began to change. When Tatsumi bathed with him, the merman, who would always strike a conversation, huddled to the edge of the bath and starred at the corner. Whenever the man cleaned up their dinner, he noticed that Wakasa had only taken a few bites of his meal. Unusual for a man who would often call for a second helping. Not only that, but his cheerful character seemed to have drained from him. Not a peep would emit from his mouth when they bathed together and his curiosity vanished when Tatsumi brought him some new bath products. To add on, Wakasa would sit in a cold tub and not bother to reheat the water. Tatsumi had nights of pure silence and his electric bill had gone down drastically. The amber eyed man couldn't stand this unusual behavior anymore.

One night, Tatsumi entered the bathroom with a tray of Hamburger steak and cola, Wakasa's favorite dish. He cooked the meal in an attempt to brighten the mood and maybe gain a smile from his friend. It didn't. Wakasa's mouth was submerged under the pink water, blowing bubbles with a blank stare locked on the wall.

Tatsumi walked up to the tub and placed the tray on the small table. He sat on his legs and blurted, "I've been sensing that something's been bothering you for quite some time not."

No comment.

"What's the matter, Wakasa?" He said, starring into the mans eyes, who's gaze was locked on his twiddling fingers. "If you're feeling left out you shouldn't worry. I have the weekend off, so we can hang out more."

The sides of his lips curled slightly. "That's nice, Tatsumi. But that's not the whole problem."

"Then what's the whole problem? I can't help fix it if you don't tell me."

His head lowered a bit more into his hands. He seemed to look embarrassed by something. "This might sound silly. But I want us to, you know. To go out."

"Go out?" He repeated, his head tilted.

"Yeah. I want us to do what the people on the tellyvision do." He tried to explain the concept with lots of unless start hand gestures. His face lit up with each suggestion. "Like going outside and eating at a ramen shop, or seeing a Disney movie on the big screen, or getting a crepe from those carriages or seeing the Sakura trees, or..."

Tatsumi felt like correcting him on that term, but at this point it didn't really matter any more. He kept on listening to Wakasa's blabbering.

His expression went back to neutral. "I want to be able to do all of those things. It's just that, I can't do that without leaving the water. I'll dry out," he moped.

Tatsumi groomed his jet black bangs with his index finger and thumb. How could he help his friend in need? Should he get one of those adult hamster balls, fill it with water and roll him outside? To troublesome. Should he rent a truck, fill the back with water and drive him place to place? It was winter, so his options were limited. His eyes widened with a sudden realization. "I have an idea," he said as he pushed himself up. He left the room for a while. Sounds of him rummaging through stuff could be heard inside the bathroom.

Tatsumi re-entered the bathroom with a contraption foreign to the merman. "What is that?" Wakasa asked, curious eyes locked on the item. It had wheels like a car, but it didn't look like one. It was all held together by thick wires and leather.

"It's my grandmas wheelchair," he said. He explained that when his grandmother passed away, much of her belongings came into his possession, including her wheelchair. "I can put you in here and steer you to and fro'."

"That's very generous of you, but don't you remember what'll happen if I leave the water."

"I solved that problem too," he as he pulled out some linen patches. "I can wet these and stick them to your body."

"But are you sure it'll work-"

"Wakasa." He interrupted. His air grew serious and his eyes locked with the deep blue irises of the merman. "How badly do you want to go out?" He asked.

Wakasa gulped. He gripped the edge of the tub and exclaimed, "Badly enough to where I'll turn myself into sashimi just for 2 minutes in the outside world."

Tatsumi didn't know Wakasa would go as far as to say that. "Then," he smiled, "you'll have to trust me on this."

Tatsumi explained the process carefully to the merman, making sure he articulated and went into every detail in order to relieve Wakasa's anxiety. Before moving the blond onto the wheelchair, Tatsumi planned to wrap his tail and upper torso with a wet cloth to prevent him from drying out. If Wakasa felt weak, then they could simply go to a restroom and re-wet the towel and head back to their destination. He also planned on to bring two large water bottles as a backup for whenevert the merman felt dry or parched. It was easy for Tatsumi to picture the ordeal easily in his mind, but he still tried to be cautious of Wakasa's feelings. But it seemed that the merman was infatuated with the idea.

"Wow, Tatsumi! Your a genius!" Wakasa praised with a sparkle in his eyes. His tail wagged side to side with excitement.

He nodded. Tatsumi added, "And for the severe emergencies, I'll coat you with water based lubricant."

"It's fine as long as it has water, whatever that is." It'll be fine as long as it has water. Right?

Tatsumi's admired the merman's passion and determination. He was putting his life in danger by even. "Now then, let's practice," he said.

Tatsumi made sure that Wakasa was extra bundled up. The merman doesn't do cold weather. And so, Tatsumi had to clear his entire drawer to find the warmest clothing he owned for his friend. Wakasa sat on the edge of the tub, making it easier for the man to work, After placing wet patched throughout his chest, back, neck and stomach, Tatsumi had began to put layers on Wakasa. His first layer was a black long sleeve, then a thick grey v-neck, a grey flannel and a black button up jacket. A grey scar his mother knitted was wrapped loosely around the blond's neck and his head was topped with an ash grey colored beanie.

"How do you feel?" Tatsumi asked as he examined the merman.

"I feel super toastie," Wakasa said, flapping his flipper up and down with excitement.
Tatsumi grabbed the handles of the wheelchair and wheeled him out of the bathroom.

Now that he recalled it, Wakasa couldn't ever remember seeing where his friend lived. He had seen it for a short while, but hasn't seen the complete interior in months. Wakasa asked the raven haired man to give him a tour of his home. Tatsumi had commented that his house was simple and banal, but the merman had insisted that he your the home before going out. So Tatsumi had steered the elated blond to his kitchen. Even though the house may have seemed dull to his friends and family, Wakasa seemed interested throughout the tour. The kitchen looked like any other ordinary kitchen he saw in his shows. A white fridge about two hears taller than Tatsumi, a small table with a total of four wooden seats around, white plates drying in a rack near the sink and a faint smell that the blond can only recall as starting with an "L" and Tatsumi used it to mop the bathroom floor. The acidic, yet sweet smell left a pleasant freshness in his nose. Wakasa couldn't see it, but the teen was internally delighted to receive positive comments to his home. He would often get feedback from "this house has no personality" to "I feel depressed in this house". He mainly get them from his mom. But having Wakasa lightened his mood. Then, Tatsumi steered the merman to his bedroom.

The walls were as dull and grey as a clouded sky. A large bed rested in front of them with a wrinkled, red velvet blanket and lanky pillows. To the left was a laptop near a pair of glasses on a wooden desk, a few inches from the large bed. His wall was devoid of pictures, opposite from the hall which seemed cluttered with pictures of him as a child in a pard or a recent photo with his mom and younger sister. Just as they were about to make their way out the door, Wakasa gripped the wheels.

"Wait, Tatsumi," the blond exclaimed.

"What's the matter?"

"It's just that I want to announce it. I want to say that were going out from my own lips."

Tatsumi shrugged. "S-Sure. I don't see why not."

With that, Wakasa scurried back out the door, slamming it behind him. Tatsumi fell back onto the bed and let out a deep sigh. He heard a set of loud knocks from the door.
Wakasa's excited voice was muffled when he exclaimed, "Tatsumi. Are you ready, darling?"

The last part was a surprise to him. Although he didn't really care either. He must have picked it up from the dramas he watched. He got up, walked toward the door and placed his hand on the knob. Tatsumi opened it to see a smiling blond looking up at him. A light dusting of blush on his pale cheeks.

Wakasa had commented how delighted he was to have said that for the first time. His jittery body couldn't contain his excitement. Never in his life would he had expected to travel to the human world and been able see the same sights his beloved friend had the privilege to see every day. He hoped that he would be able to interact with the human world, while being able to spend more time with his busy friend.