"Tatsumi! Tatsumi! Tatsumi!"
The call echoed through the abnormally silent halls of Enma-cho preceding its owner.
Tatsumi sighed and capped his pen in preparation for the coming avalanche. He had long learned that there was just no stopping Watari. It was better to just put all sharp objects out of reach and wait it out.
3…2…1…
Afore mentioned mad scientist burst through the door right on time, tackling Tatsumi and sending them both toppling backwards.
"I did it! I did it! I did it!" Watari shouted, despite Tatsumi's close proximity.
Tatsumi grabbed Watari's shoulders and made to get up.
"Yes, I heard you the first time, Watari. What have you-" he stopped abruptly when he felt two, large, foreign objects pressed against his chest.
"Wha…"
Now that he thought about it, Watari's shoulders did seem smaller than usual. Thinner. Girlier.
Tatsumi scrambled backwards and stood up in a hurry, shoving Watari rather unceremoniously off of him.
"Eh…" he started, blushing madly. He straightened his tie nervously. "Watari, um, is there something I should know?"
He coughed again.
"Yes!" Watari exclaimed, straightening his hair as he got up. "Isn't it great, Tatsumi?!"
He spun around so that Tatsumi could take in the full effect. Tatsumi, on the other hand, had taken in quite enough already.
"Erm, Watari, is this by any chance the result of that potion…"
"Yes! The sex-changing potion! I told you I could do it!"
Watari ran forward and threw his – or her – arms around Tatsumi's chest and rested his head on the secretary's collarbone. (He had lost a few inches with the potion and couldn't reach any higher comfortably.)
Tatsumi froze. He wasn't quite sure what he should do with his arms.
"Er…"
"Okay, love, I just wanted to give you the news first!" Watari thankfully cut him off, pulling away slightly to look at the petrified secretary. "I'm gonna go flaunt this body now!" he winked and gave Tatsumi a quick kiss before dashing out of the office.
Tatsumi stood, dumb struck, in the middle of his office for a few long moments, before he heard a loud, "HOLY SHIT!!!" reverberate through the halls.
Watari had apparently introduced Tsuzuki to his newfound femininity.
It was then that the first coherent thought in many a minute reached Tatsumi.
Oh my god, my boyfriend just turned himself into a woman.
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Later that night the odd couple lay curled in bed, Tatsumi trying to inconspicuously avoid Watari's rather ample chest.
A day of semi-quiet thought had calmed Tatsumi to the point that close proximity to his boyfriend no longer made him want to leave the country, but he was still rather weary of Watari's chest.
Watari himself seemed to have adjusted fine to the change, and had had a grand time all afternoon sneaking up behind unsuspecting coworkers and attacking them with his newfound body. (Poor Terazuma had taken out half the floor in his surprise. That was definitely coming out of Watari's paycheck.)
"Today was fun." Watari murmured.
"hmm." Tatsumi replied. Sometimes noncommittal noises were safest.
"I like my new body." Watari smiled into Tatsumi's shoulder.
There was a silence. At a length, Tatsumi broke it.
"You know, I actually liked your old body better."
Watari went very still.
"Good night Watari." Tatsumi turned over on his side and closed his eyes.
By the time the bureaus sleep deprived employees slouched in the next mourning, Watari was a man again and the recipe was stored securely at the back of a filing cabinet.
Tatsumi smirked.
Victory.
