Makoto was a kitsune, A fox yokai that you had captured when you were a little kid. When you were younger you hugged him asking him not to leave so he stayed with you.

He found you adorable, your fluffy short brown hair that felt softer than a blanket. He loved how your fluffy bangs covered your eyes. It was cute. And he loved how when your eyes did show, one was brown and the other was green.

He had made a vow to always protect you. He tried to make you get up in the morning. You never took care of yourself, so he did it for you. When you wouldn't get out of bed he would simply lay your head on his lap, gently running his hand through your hair or lay behind you holding you to his chest.

He stood at the side of your bed ready to wake you up.