The man was concerned about you. You hadn't shown up to his latest Onikabuto Tournament, even though you always made sure to attend, to support him in his endeavors no matter how busy you may be.

The fact that he hadn't been able to spot your face in the crowd provoked the tiniest stir of unease in his stomach. You were like his good-luck charm, he always won his beetle battles when you were with him.

Alright, so maaaybe that was a bit of a stretch, but you get the point. Itto had still won this Onikabuto Beetle Battle, but as soon as he returned to your shared home, (which was really just your house, a place where he liked to crash at on occasion), you were met with a barrage of questions.

That leads to your current state, in which Itto had you safely tucked away in his embrace, his chin resting on the top of your head as he cradled you. The part-oni was being gentle with you, as though you were a piece of glass that would shatter the moment he did otherwise.

"I was mega worried about you, y'know. Thought you were injured." Itto murmured, wrapping his toned arms around your waist and pulling you flush against his chest.

It wasn't at all surprising to think that the leader of the Arataki Gang could be so sweet with someone, especially if that someone was you.