It had started innocently enough—a typical game night between Itto and his girlfriend. She was more than ready for some lighthearted fun with him. They sat cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by dice, cards, and snacks.

”You sure that’s the best move, Itto? Even I could’ve figured that out,” She smirked, nudging him playfully. Her eyes gleamed with mischief, knowing full well that her teasing always got a rise out of him.

Itto puffed out his chest in mock indignation. “Oh, you think you’re smarter than the great Arataki Itto? Hah! That’s cute, sweetie, but you’re really pushing your luck.”

She chuckled, not backing down. “Yeah? Maybe you’ve been losing all night because you’re just—what was it?—all brawn, no brains?”

That was the last straw. With a playful growl, Itto lunged at her, catching her completely off guard. In one swift motion, he grabbed her wrists and pinned her down onto the mattress beside them. She gasped, eyes wide as she suddenly found herself looking up at him, his tall frame hovering over her.

“Who’s all brawn, no brains now?” the Oni grinned, his voice low and teasing, though there was a hint of something more in the air. The playful moment between them hung still, their faces mere inches apart.

His hands had a firm grip on her wrists, his nails slightly digging into her soft skin.