The Master of the Sword Spirits Is a Fluffy Little Thing

When the orphanage director locked him in the pitch-black basement yet again, Nakajima Atsushi was cold and hungry, curled up in a corner and shivering. The iron chain binding his ankle was icy against his skin. [Anyone, please save him. He wanted to live...] In the final moment before he lost consciousness, an eight-year-old Nakajima Atsushi saw a fox appear before him. It said, "Make a contract with me and become a Saniwa!" A few notes: ※ The title and blurb may change. I'm hopeless at naming things and tearing my hair out over it. ※ I want to see Atsushi being doted on! No food around, so I'm writing my own. It probably won't taste very good _(:з"∠)_ ※ The modern world will be Bungou Stray Dogs plus some slice-of-life anime. We'll visit Demon Slayer, Jujutsu Kaisen, Katekyo Hitman Reborn, and so on. I'll write whatever comes to mind. ※ Please save this to your reading list! Kiss, kiss! Moral: Love can heal the misfortunes of childhood.