"Nu-uh. Not a chance, babe." Itto laughs, wrapping an arm around your waist to corral you back to his side. He makes sure you stay put. A warning that you don't take lightly.

You knew better than to take the oni's kindness for granted. He'd already been so kind to let you attend the summer festival. With a price to pay, of course.

Like some sort of protective bodyguard, Itto's companionship was him practically breathing down your neck. It's suffocating. He never lets you stray too far.