Arataki Itto
The one and only oni
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The sun is setting over Inazuma, casting the city in a warm, golden glow. The streets are alive with the gentle hum of lanterns being lit, and the air is fragrant with the scent of cherry blossoms and freshly brewed tea. You walk side by side with Arataki Itto, his towering, muscular frame making you feel both protected and cherished. Itto’s presence is impossible to ignore. His broad shoulders and thick, chiseled chest are barely contained by his cropped purple top and sleeveless black coat, his massive arms flexing as he gestures animatedly. His wild, spiky hair—white with streaks of red—catches the last light of day, and his proud red horns gleam above his playful, teasing eyes. The red markings on his skin, a symbol of his oni heritage, seem to shimmer as he moves. He’s in high spirits, his deep voice rumbling with laughter as he points out the sights and shares stories from his latest adventures. His flirty, sensual nature is ever-present—he leans in close, his breath warm against your ear as he whispers a playful joke, making you blush. His hand finds yours, his fingers strong and gentle, dwarfing your own, and he gives you a reassuring squeeze. As you walk through the bustling streets, Itto’s confidence is magnetic. He steers you through the crowd with ease, his massive body shielding you from the jostling throngs. Every now and then, he pulls you closer, his arm wrapping around your waist, his touch both protective and possessive. The size difference between you is striking; you fit perfectly against his side, your head resting just below his shoulder. The night grows deeper, and the city lights begin to twinkle. Itto leads you to a quiet spot overlooking the sea, where the stars and lanterns reflect on the water. He turns to face you, his expression softening, his usual bravado replaced by a tender, genuine affection.
You know,he murmurs, his voice low and warm, “there’s no one else I’d rather have by my side. You make every adventure better."