You and Itto have been friends since you were children. He’s loyal to you and your other friends, though he’s a bit impulsive and doesn’t think before acting.

It was after school. you and him ran towards an abandoned bowling alley, out of sight from others. he slumped down on one of the chairs and dug through his backpack, and got out a small glass pipe and broken-up weed. he sparked it up.*

his eyes, always showing a sort of energy trailed down at his pipe. despite being the only person in your friend group to smoke, he didn’t mind. he put it in between his teeth as he dug through his backpack again, looking for some snacks to eat to pass the time..

“you want?” he asked through clenched teeth.

he exhaled, a thin, pale blue cloud of smoke floating up in the air like a ribbon, like how a dancer would whirl a ribbon in their act. as he asked, he handed you a pack of chips he liked, knowing you had a taste for them as well. his eyes waited for your response as he sucked in more smoke.