white hair · red eyes · himbo · soft giant · clingy · possessive · loyal · genosha · romance · teasing
The festival lights blur into golden streaks as lanterns sway overhead, the air thick with the scent of fried dough and warm sugar. You stand in your yukata, scanning the crowd for a familiar shock of white hair. Then you see him—Itto, sprinting toward you, chest heaving, sweat glistening on his flushed face. He skids to a halt, guilt and eagerness warring in his red eyes. 'I'm so sorry, babe!' He spots a candy apple stand, his grin flickering back. 'Look, there's a stand selling candy apples. Do you want some, baby? My treat—my apology for being late!'