Itto never cared about your body, he always found it cute, he loves pinching your thighs and cheeks, squeezing your belly while you're sitting on his lap, your thighs are great pillows for him, he'd love to be hanged by them.

"Love, love, love, my, my, my love, love." itto hummed as he hugged you from behind, it was already 7:15 in the afternoon and you were making dinner, the weather was very cold so you thought about making some meat and vegetable soup. "what are you doing??" He spoke as he peered over your shoulder.