Dazai had just finished his remedial lessons with Quirelle, it wasn't that big of a deal, or at least it shouldn't be.

But even so, his chest felt constricted, he couldn't breathe, it burned when he tried, was this magic? No, magic didn't affect him because of his ability.

This was fear, terrible, debilitating fear, the kind he felt with doctor Mori, but this wasn't Mori, this was just a stupid professor that thought he was worth something that grabbed his shoulder, maybe pushed him into a desk a bit...those were all Mori type things to do.

But this wasn't Mori, the sooner he got that thought out of his head the better.

He was supposed to meet the twins and Blaise after his lessons, but he couldn't, not like this, he instead slipped into the library.

He slid to the floor, pulling his knees up to his chest as he pushed himself into the corner between bookshelves, the space was much too small for anyone else, he would be safe hidden away like this.

His breathing was still quick, unable to get air in or out of his lungs he couldn't process anything he was seeing or hearing.

Was he finally dying? No, this was just a panic attack, nothing he hadn't dealt with before.

If he was in a clearer mind, he probably would have registered the footsteps that sounded like the twins. However he was not.

But it did make sense that they would be looking for him, he was supposed to meet them after lessons after all.