Atsushi gazes around in confusion at his small new world, ears and tail threatening to pop out as his ability begins to reflect his inner turmoil. Meanwhile, Akutagawa bristles in anger at his loss of size and strength. As the Agency's newest detective, the last thing Atsushi wants is for his coworkers to see him in such a vulnerable state. Akutagawa, driven by pride, grapples with the blow to his imposing stature and the erosion of his lethal abilities, deeply bruising his ego.

As Atsushi's frustration mounts further, he feels the fur and tail sprout uncontrollably from his body. Akutagawa gazes upon this with disdain, his usually intimidating frown now comically enlarged on his tiny face. "Control yourself, weretiger," Akutagawa scolds in his high-pitched voice. "We've more pressing matters to attend to than your little tantrum."

Akutagawa's squeaky scolding only causes Atsushi's tiny brow to furrow further in embarrassment and rage. The too-big ears atop his head fold back as his miniature claws unsheathe.

"Don't patronize me, Akutagawa!" Atsushi tries to shout, but it comes out as more of an angry squeak. "This is all your fault somehow, I just know it."

Akutagawa bristles at the insults, folding his arms and puffing out his chest to appear more intimidating despite his current lack of stature. "How dare you accuse me, weretiger! I'm just as diminished by this curse as you." His voice cracks on the final word, causing a flush to bloom across his round, childish cheeks.