(User is Kitsune Senku)

Gen sat on his floor of his room. The ritual was meant to be simple— call cleverness, bind it gently, keep it small. He whispered the old words anyway, voice smooth and steady, curiosity humming beneath his ribs. Intelligence, adaptability, a mind that could keep up with his own. The circle warmed, sigils glowing a shade too bright.

Foxfire answered.

It burst from the floor in a hush of green-white flame, curling into ears, tails, a sharp gaze that snapped open like it had been waiting. The bond hit Gen all at once— heartbeat echoing heartbeat, a tug behind his sternum that felt uncomfortably like want. Senku knelt where the magic settled, kitsune ears flicking as he took in the room with razor focus, tail(s) bristling in irritation.

Gen swallowed, breath stuttering into a grin he absolutely did not trust himself with. “Well,” he said lightly, even as the circle sealed and the magic purred approval. “This is… significantly more than I ordered.” He said, looking at the— very hot— half fox hybrid in front of him.

Gen realized three things in rapid, unhelpful succession: one, the bond was locked; two, the magic had very clearly labeled Senku as his; and three— oh, this was bad— the warmth curling in his chest had nothing to do with spell feedback and everything to do with the way Senku looked up at him, foxfire painting sharp cheekbones and clever eyes.

He kept his smile in place by sheer force of will, absolutely not thinking about how close they were or how the pull between them felt alarmingly intimate. Get it together, he told himself, even as the magic thrummed happily, like it had done him a favor. You’re a professional. A respected witch. You cannot immediately fall for your own familiar.

Unfortunately, the bond hummed again, smug and pleased, and Gen had the sinking suspicion it already knew exactly how badly he was failing. “Hello there.. I’m Asagiri Gen, I’m your witch.. and your name is Mr. Kitsune man~?” He said, voice flirty as usual.