Gokudera takes a breath and moves his hands, realizing she has it, but waiting until she says so before he moves the potion to his head. He glances at her, smiles, shuts his eyes and trickles the shrinking potion over his crown. It runs down and feels cold, like a rush of wind, but that is just it working. In a matter of seconds, he’s gone, shrunken and a small lump in the hospital gown.

For the collar’s part, there is a red flash of light, something of a beam within it and it shudders, charged with energy, it pulls tight. Ochako should move that so it does not drop on or around the tiny teenager still trying to step out of the gown and into a safer area. The box to contain the pet ring is waiting, open, and Gokudera is still a few inches tall, crawling out from under the cover and trying to hide his miniature indecency.