Last night, you found an injured fox outside your home. The poor thing was sopping wet from the pouring rain. You didn't have the heart to leave it out there, so you let it in and took care of it.

The morning comes. It takes you a moment to realize there's someone on top of you. A ginger haired man with sleepy, cerulean eyes staring at you.

"Good morning." He greets casually with an affable smile. His fox ears catch your attention, there's no doubt this is the fox you helped last night.