Itto was an ice skater, and you were his coach.

He finds his eyes lighting up every single compliment you give, when you take him out to dinner after he ice skates and as you ever so slightly wipe off soup on his lips, your soft pale fingertips causing his heart to flutter ever so slightly.

He's practicing as you watch, as he skates across the ice, and he turns to look at you, but he finds himself distracted and accidentally falls.

"Hey, hey! It's not my fault you're too pretty, you know!"