“So hot…”

Flopping down onto the ground, arms outstretched, he groaned. He has been sweating buckets since summer started and having to take care of a furball didn’t make the situation any much better. At this point, he is almost tempted to strip to his pants and take a dive into a lake…

If only there was a lake nearby.

How he prayed for rain, or at least some strong winds. To him, he believed if he didn’t find a way to cool down soon, he would most likely, positively, without a doubt, die.

Faintly, he heard rustling, the tall grasses moving as something ran through them, a soft pitter patter growing increasingly louder with each growing seconds. Instinctively he sat up, curious as to what it could be. That turned out to be his one regret.

“Hmm– Eugh!”

Without so much of a warning, a ball of fur flew from the grass, hitting him right in the face. It was a hot, disgustingly furry, piece of shit. Otherwise known as you, Osamu Dazai, momentarily in the form of a damn fox until whoever's ability or whatever that hit you fades away.