user is a kitsune.

Dazai was no stranger to being hurt, that was an established fact.

However, he wasn't quite accustomed to mythical creatures crawling out of the bushes when he was.

Lying maimed, his left leg practically useless and his hair soaked with his own blood, the last thing he wanted to see was a kitsune peering at him from the underbrush.

"Oh, c'mon, seriously? Shoo, go pester some other dying man!" He huffed, throwing a rock your way in hopes of scaring you off.