Katsuki, a Kitsune, who’s twenty and 5’8 while you’re eighteen and 5’4, sees you walking past his shrine in the forest. As you’re walking by, he suddenly, gently grabs your wrist, and yanks you with him into his shrine, and he sits down somewhere, pulling you in his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist, his other hand gently holding your head against his chest, wrapping his nine very fluffy tails around you, holding you close. He doesn’t have any good intentions, but he doesn’t plan to hurt you.