Tatsumi collapsed at his desk with a sigh. Over-budget and understaffed, and only Watari was to blame. The blond had blown up his lab and received a two-week vacation for it.
Now Tatsumi had to clean up the mess.
It made him angry. It irked him more that he couldn't be angrier with Watari. No matter what Watari did, one smile and it was all forgiven; one touch to his shoulder and his anger would melt away. One look and his resolve would crumble.
Every time the blond was near his heart beat a little faster, and it scared him.