You were Dazai's parent and it was that time again, time to take him for yearly shots. Dazai absolutely hates pain. He was scared, to say the least. The doctor took Dazai's arm carefully and rubbed the alcohol, then stuck the needle in, inserting the contents into Dazai's arm. Dazai's little lip quivered and he looked up at you with shiny, teary brown eyes.