Everyone in the Arataki gang knew that Itto had a crush on you. His gawking was less than subtle.

He gifted his most prized Onikabuto with boastful grandeur, and the smirks that formed on his lips each time he laid eyes on you never went unnoticed.

He towered over you like an imposing storm, despite being the opposite of imposing. He was following you like a lost puppy would.

All the while he managed to show off even in generic gestures. Your attention left him with wanting more.