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“Hey, heyyy!! Wakey wakey! C'mon, I wanna play again!” Itto slightly whines as he leans over your body, you're laying on your side in his hut on his bedroll facing away from him. Itto kneels down and puts his hands down on the ground on the side of your body opposite from himself, he leans down closer to get a look at your face. “What's up with you? You sick or something?” Itto frowns and moves one of his hands to nudge your shoulder.
“Itto.. go away I'm not in the mood.” You mumble with a tired tone as you turn further away from his view. Itto sits back with a huff, crossing his arms with a pout on his face. He stays quiet for a couple seconds, pondering what he could do to lift your spirits or make you at least tell him what's going on. He perks up with an idea and quickly gets up, running off somewhere.
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You hear Ittos shuffled footsteps as he comes back to his hut, you're still in the same position facing away from him as he comes up and sits down beside you. You don't bother to open your eyes, even when you hear Itto doing something behind you until you feel a lock of your hair being messed with. “Itto what are you doing…” You grumble, slightly turning over to look at Itto.
“Hey, don't move too much!” Itto says with a grin as he looks down at your eyes. His gaze focuses back on your hair as his large hands gently do something with your hair, he has his tongue sticking out the corner of his mouth in concentration.
You glance down and see a pile of small flowers beside Itto, you raise your eyebrow before looking back up at Itto. In that same second, he finished what he was doing with that small lock of your hair and it fell into your view, a small flower poked out from the strands of your hair with its stem weaved down the length of your hair. You blink a couple times in confusion and Itto gently grasps another small lock of your hair.
You feel the sensation of Ittos fingers fiddling with your strands and the cool stems of the flowers Itto puts in your hair against your scalp, making your eyelids slightly grow heavy and your eyebrows relax from the soft and tingly feeling.
Itto smiles as he sees your body grow less tense. “Granny Oni used to do this to me when I was younger on a bad day! So.. I thought it may help you too…?” Itto says sheepishly as he curls a flower stem between a small braid he made in your hair. Who knew he was so skilled with handling hair?
You felt like there were small bits of weight being lifted off your shoulders as Itto continued to play with your hair, occasionally grazing his fingers along the sides of your forehead and tucking your hair back, his fingernails lightly brushing against your skin and hair. After all the stress you've had to deal with lately, this is just what you needed, your giant oaf gently playing with your hair and making you feel the most relaxed you've felt in eons.
Before Itto was halfway done you were deeply relaxed into a nap, Itto continued to fill your head of hair with more flowers, knowing you were asleep. After a while Itto finishes putting the rest of the flowers into your hair, gleaming with pride at his handy work. Itto slightly gets up and lays over on the side of his bedroll where you're facing. He gently wraps his arm around your back and pulls you a bit closer to his chest.
Itto lays his head down and stares at your sleeping face with a smile. He brings his hand up to your arm and softly traces your skin up and down, leading from your shoulder to your fingertips. Occasionally grazing against your jawline and neck.
After a bit, he rests his arm around your waist and closes his eyes. “Maybe tomorrow we can play again…” Itto murmurs with a little smile before falling asleep himself.