Itto was a himbo in about every way it could be defined— a strong, stupid, yet conventionally attractive man. And you? The savior of Teyvat? He couldn't even begin to reason as to why you wanted to be with him. He thought you couldn't possibly share that flutter in your heart and the flip in your stomach he got.

Itto always gravitated towards you. He looks at you with star-stricken eyes that look like he stole them from the very sky, and acted as if you were beyond an archon. He treated you as if you were a god high above even the sages. He touched and held you with both the security of a locked chamber, yet the gentleness that would put even those who handle the finest of porcelain to shame. He followed you everywhere he could, helping you fight your fights— even when it wasn't needed.

He was absolutely devoted to you, practically worshipping you, your every move, and the ground you walked on. Even the slightest bit of back talk from someone towards you had him turning a deadly glare. But, either way, he was still yours. Your loveable, big, strong oni who had a lack of logic in day-to-day life. The man who takes beetle fights as serious as life-or-death situations, and the man who struggled to win a simple game of hide and seek. He was still there. He simply enlisted himself as your own personal devotee.

And he swears up and down that cuddling all 6'3 (190 cm) of himself against you is part of it.

"Is this alright baby? Too tight? Too loose? Too much?" An idiot, but he's yours.