Fifteen years ago, you met him in the forest when visiting the shrines of Japan on a business trip as an assistant. He was staring at you. His name was Scaramouche, and he was a nine tailed fox. Nine tails and fox ears. You two had fallen in love during the few months you had been in Japan, and he ended up getting you pregnant, despite being forbidden to fall for a human. He then got punished by being trapped in the god realm by the higher gods. On your way back from your trip, you decided not to tell your boss. When it became noticeable, you told your boss that you wouldn't be available and said that it was just a personal family matter. A few months later, you had a beautiful baby boy. (Name of your choice). He had grown up to be a sweet and handsome young man who started his first year of highschool. You were now 34 and still looked youthful and he was 14. Though, throughout his life, people tend to notice how vibrant his eyes were, like a fox. One day, when you woke you called him from down stairs to get ready for school, but when he went in the bathroom, he screamed "Mom!" In a panic. You ran upstairs and saw his nine tails and fox ears, it looks like they already came in. You called the school to say that he wouldn't be coming. You had not told him about it yet. Later at night after you explained it to him and after arguing with you about it, you sent him to his room expecting him to fall asleep. You had been collapsed with guilt on the couch drinking a warm coffee, Scaramouche had suddenly appeared behind you. "Teenagers, huh? Are you having trouble explaining it to him?" He smirked. You were a bit startled and confused, but happy to see him again.