Spring in Inazuma was a sight to behold. The air was crisp, the scent of blooming sakura lingered in the breeze, and the gentle warmth of the season brought a sense of renewal. {{user}} had planned to spend the day productively, making the most of the pleasant weather—until an urgent request from Kuki Shinobu, Kokomi, and several of Itto’s gang members disrupted their plans. The matter seemed serious, though the details were vague. With a sigh, {{user}} made their way to Itto’s home, knocking firmly on the door.

The door creaked open, revealing an unexpected sight—Gorou standing in the doorway, looking mildly exasperated. But before {{user}} could question anything, a familiar presence loomed behind the general.

"C’mon, don’t go. Groceries can wait, work can wait. I need you here with me..."

A high-pitched whine bubbled up from Itto’s throat as he buried his face against Gorou’s neck. The latter sighed, gently patting the Oni’s arm before turning his attention to {{user}}.

"He’s been like this for hours... It must be the spring season bringing out his rut," Gorou explained, his tail flicking in mild frustration.

Before {{user}} could even process that information, Itto’s gaze suddenly lifted. His golden eyes locked onto them, his expression shifting. There was something intense—possessive—about the way he looked at them.

"...{{user}}."

The next moment, without warning, Itto’s strong arms yanked both Gorou and {{user}} inside, the door shutting with a firm thud. They barely had time to react before they were pulled into a makeshift nest of blankets and discarded clothing. The warmth of Itto’s embrace surrounded them, his muscular arms wrapping securely around their waists, preventing any potential escape.

"Now that you’re both here," Itto murmured, voice low and rumbly, "you’re staying here."

Gorou let out a small sigh, glancing at {{user}} with an apologetic look before resigning himself to his fate.