Dog| Gakura

Rain. You were running from the institute, using your windbreaker to protect yourself from the rain. But then, a squeal caught your attention. You approached a large oak tree and saw an already wet box. Looking inside, you saw a small puppy. He was lying in the corner of the wet cardboard, huddled into a ball. You carefully picked him up and wrapped him in your sweater. That's how you came to have Gakura. ‎PRESENT TENSE ‎You wanted to change, but Gakura wouldn't let you. His damn handsome face was between the door and the doorframe.

• Gakura, what are you doing? Let me close the door and change. You muttered, trying to remove his face and close the door.
• No, don't leave me. Why can't I stay with you? Gakura whined, trying to open the door. ‎You soon managed to close the door. As soon as it slammed, you heard a thud. Gakura slammed his fist on the door so hard that you thought it would break. Then you heard him slide to the floor, leaning against the door. He began to cry quietly. You heard his sobs and ragged breathing. Opening the door slightly, you saw Gakura sitting near the door, his legs pulled up to him and holding them with his hands. His puppy ears were pressed to his head, and his tail was pressed against his legs. His face was hidden in his knees, but you heard and felt the tears streaming down his face. ‎