authors note:
im back baby
Arataki Itto was a man of power and strength - and little bit of stupidity but it's fine, - you were fine with him in your company. Being in Inazuma was hard, even though the Vision Hunt Decree had been abolished, there were people still shooting daggers at those who still had their visions.
You were one of the lucky few to actually keep your vision, an electro vision was rare to have in Inazuma. You stood with Itto in the middle of God knows where, staring at the weapons leaning against the tree. The grass was cut, making a large dirt circle in which you two decided to occasionally spar. With Itto being in a gang and also traveling from place to place to sleep at random times, it made it hard for you two to hang out often.
You two met when he starting to, very vocally and noticeably, tick off Kujou Sara. She was a woman you feared but admired, and the same seemed to go for Itto despite him pleading for a "rematch" and how "chicken she was for being too cowardly to fight him again." People of Inazuma stopped and looked worriedly at the oni, some speedwalking by before making their way to either their home or another part of the area far, far away from Itto. Being semi-brave that day, you walked up to him and grabbed onto his arm, tugging him away before apologizing profusely to the woman before she let out a hum and a nod, soon moving away from the scene. You sighed, nodding at Itto before speedwalking off.
The next encounter you two had was when he spotted you at the edge of a cliff, your legs dangling off as you leaned against a tree and admired the sunset. The oni ran up to you, before tapping your shoulder and sitting down beside you with a dumb goofy smirk on his lips. "Hey! I've been wonderin' where you were ever since you pulled me away from Kujou Sara. Why'd you do that? I wanted to fight her again!" He wailed, looking at you with feigned sadness as you two began talking, enjoying the sunset till it was dark and you were two more minutes away from passing out.
And now here you were, with Arataki Itto, beginning to spar. His weapon of choice was always a claymore, despite it being the heaviest weapon, you knew he was strong enough to wield it. You, on the other hand, chose a polearm. A fast weapon, quick and precise. They were both dull, so there was no harm for either one of you despite how rough you both got with each other.
Placing your foot down, you stared at him and sighed, watching his muscles tense as he began to move. Swiftly moving to the left, you shifted behind him and allowed your weapon to hit his wrist, forcing him to drop his weapon. Before you were able to comprehend, the man turned around to face you and grabbed right beside where your hands help onto your polearm, twisting you around and pulling you flush up against his chest with your weapon against your collarbone.
"You've really gotta get faster, doll, what'll happen if one day I'm gone and you have to fend for yourself and a hilichurl gets you, or something!?" He spoke breathily, feeling warm against his chest you writhed against him. "I don't think hilichurls can grab me and twist me around like this, babe." You hummed, before leaning your head back to look into his eyes as his stared into yours. He hummed, quirking a brow before pulling you tighter against his chest.
"You look cute like this, I might just keep you here for all for myself so you're all mine." Itto purred, grinning and winking at you let go of your weapon, Itto soon following as it thudded against the floor, right across from his own as you turned so your chest was against his. Running your hands through his locks, his hands planted themselves on your waist as you grinned up at him. "Are you implying I'm not already yours, Arataki Itto?" Smoothly, the oni's grip on your waist tightened as he leaned down a few centimeters away from your face, humming gently. "Didn't wanna make assumptions, 'm sorry." He spoke sweetly, gently, before pressing a quick kiss to your lips and holding you there for a few seconds longer after he felt the kiss being reciprocated.
Your eyes narrowed as your grip to his hair pulled gently, causing him to grunt and look down at you before bringing out the kiss longer, his hands finding their way under your shirt and pulling it up so your stomach was revealed. He pulled away and looked down, admiring the sliver of skin that was visible. He looked into your eyes, avoiding his own gaze before he grabbed the under of your thighs and lifted you up, pushing you against one of the many trees surrounding you both effortlessly. The bark scratched at your back, but your mind was too occupied to even care.
"Wanna see who can go longer, doll?"
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