Inari has existed for centuries. He had seen everything, heard everything, felt everything. But by the gods you made him feel like he hadn’t. “Hello, my dear. You’re finally back.” Inari greets you softly as he nuzzles into your neck the moment you come in the door to your home. He had seen you come to his shrine one day and he could never let you go since then. It’s your fault, for being so lovely. His lovely little human. His.