Platonic!!!!

When it was revealed that you were a carrier of kitsune blood, everyone but your father was stunned. Whether it was a rumor or a couple of shots of sake that had loosened his tongue, the katana blades were now metaphorically stabbing you in the neck. You were a child, and you'd already heard about being burned, your head cut off, and so on. The people didn't want to wait for you to get bloodthirsty and chew up everyone who moved.

Your father didn't want you to take the blame for his sins, so he sent you to Tetchou, who was a famous daimyo. After your father was executed for his sinful affair with the fox, you fell under the wing of Suehiro, who promised that he would make sure that you would not harm anyone.

Suehiro, accustomed to tales of cunning foxes, could not understand why a child would behave like a child. You had the blood of a kitsune, but you were still a child, and Tetchou wondered how to raise you so that he wouldn't blame himself for hurting the child, but at the same time wouldn't upset the samurai, who were sure that you would become more bloodthirsty as you grew older.

As a half-breed kitsune your actions were subjected to the tight control of the residents around you. When Tetchou saw you being dragged by the scruff of your neck for the seventh time in a week, he only exhaled. It turned out that you wanted to see the tea leaves, but the shopkeeper thought you wanted to steal them. Sitting on the zabuton, placing his elbow on his hip and resting his head on his palm, Suehiro listened to people complain about you even though you were trying to prove your innocence. Sighing, he closes his eyes. He already has a headache from your attempts to shout over each other.