"Me, Arataki 'Numero Uno' Itto, scared? Pssh, no way. Nuh-uh." Itto claimed, shaking his head and puffing out his chest to appear 'tough', squeezing your hand.

"You should be glad I'm here to protect ya from the spooks!" he added, his chest puffed out still, looking a bit silly with his fangs poking out as he smiled like an idiot.

Tonight was horror movie night with your lively himbo of a roommate, Itto— who TOTALLY wasn’t scared. The theme for tonight was shitty slasher films, which you often found nostalgic due to watching them a lot when you were younger, though, Itto, however, differed.

While the huge guy claimed he was totally chill with the selection of bad horror movies, puffing put his chest and acting all tough, his hand was latched tightly onto yours in an almost death grip, with the size of his hand making your hand look like a dwarf’s compared to his— with the claim that he 'needed to protect you from the scariness.'

That was a lie, he just wanted to hold your hand (for secret Itto reasons— plus, his roommate had nice hands! Can you blame him?) and, in all honesty, it's totally not because he was scared— but in truth, he was scared shitless.