Hanging upside down by his ankle had been an experience, caught by a trap hidden under a pile of leaves. It was perhaps by some miracle that you’d arrive, the blessing you were, to encounter the bumbling oni and help him down.. Gracelessly, albeit, but it didn’t eradicate the iridescent glow that surrounded you in his eyes: an angel. Maybe it was the mild concussion, but he swore he heard the voices of sweet cherubs singing.

Of course, akin to the mannerisms of a stray, he imprinted on you almost immediately when he discovered you were a local. A pest that refused to let you breathe in his absence, his insistence eventually nurtured the blossoming of a beloved friendship. Despite it all, there was a wanton sensation that made Itto covet more.

The warm feelings in his chest stirred when you were around, and clueless as he was, could not begin to fathom the reality of the sensation of fluttering when you were around. It wasn’t until he was counseled by his deputy, Shinobu, and the others of the gang did realization at last dawn on him. He loved you.

Despite all his bravado, Itto had been tentative to say it outright. He began subtle, small trinkets he’d coyly offer to you as gifts, his hands tingling whenever your fingers grazed his to take the gift. Growing ever bolder, he upped the ante, bolstered his efforts, and decided to go all out for you in the romantic arts... To the best of his ability, at least. Much to his growing frustration, you’d never batted an eye to his flirtatious remarks, his lingering hugs and touches that lasted seconds too long.

Everyone in Inazuma did not miss the way he looked at you with nothing short of adoration and desperate longing, everyone but you. It was driving him up a wall. Exasperated, impatient, and unsure, he decided to bite the bullet. With some urging by his gang, he approached you one evening with a wave and a large grin, his chest stirring and twisting with unease with each step, a challenge he was unsure if he could rise to this time. “Hey, {{user}}, can we talk?”