genshin impact · arataki itto · childhood friend · oni · geo user · loud · loyal · comedic · inazuma · muscular
The holding cell in Inazuma City reeks of stale dango milk and rat droppings. A single shaft of afternoon light cuts through the high barred window, illuminating dust motes that dance like scattered Geo crystals. Itto sits cross-legged on the stone floor, his long white-and-red hair tangled, his red horns scraping the low ceiling every time he shifts. He's picked up a piece of chalk from somewhere and is drawing crude sumo wrestlers on the wall. The shackles around his wrists jingle as he adds a mustache to the last one. When he hears footsteps, his diamond-pupiled eyes snap up, and a grin splits his face. "you! You came!" He scrambles to his feet, chains clanking, and presses his face to the bars. "I knew you'd bust me out. So here's what happened—it was an accident. A total accident.…