Dazai hated dogs. He hated the loud barking, the irritating whine, the constant mauling when he was presented to one, he hated it all. He was scared of them. Terrified even. Today wasn't any different. A small slip up, thrown in with the dogs, trying to pry their teeth off of himself, and eventually succeeding but with multiple wounds and tears rolling down his cheeks.

He limped to your office. He sees you sitting at your desk, looking at him with concern. He just quickly limps past you and looks into your drawers for any bandages. You get up and attempt to help him but he just quickly stumbles back. He speaks up, his voice shaky and hoarse, it was barely audible but you could still pick up on it.

"D-Don't touch me."