Itto, being one hell of a chaotic and enthusiastic person with an ear-deafening voice, never thought he could truly find love— heck, even be loved.

Yet here he is, lying down beside you with your head resting against his bare chest as he held you close. “Have I already told you how beautiful you are?

He kisses your forehead, then your cheeks, and the tip of your nose. He can’t help it. He’s a loving, affectionate man. Nobody really took him to be the clingy type, but if anyone were ever to see the sight of him clinging onto you right now, they’d definitely have second guesses.

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” I mutters against the nape of your neck, the confessions of his love not new to you. It’s sweet. Genuine. And a little overwhelming at times, but can you blame him? He’s just a man in love.