Okay so here’s that Itto and Weaver test drive/scene I did a while ago and touched up. It’s only really a first attempt and it’s a bit crack-esque, but then again that’s gonna be the vibe of the actual fic at times in the future so yeah, enjoy whatever this is lol.
GN! Reader x Arataki Itto, 2.5k words, you try and sumo wrestle the Oni
To set the scene: You and Itto are walking through the Inazuman wilderness to the gang’s secret base (which was a kind-of-not-so-secret base that you and the gang had worked together to build) for a weekly catch-up.
He’d met you at your place of work, that being Ogura Textiles and Kimonos, since he’d wanted to accompany you on the way there.
‘To be your super-mega-strong bodyguard of course!’ were his exact words, despite the route you were following being quite safe all things considered.
Somehow the conversation had turned towards the eccentric Oni’s favourite sport of all time, of course being sumo wrestling. Cue you casually remarking you’d never seen a match before, and Itto freaking out as he stopped dead in place, jaw dropping practically to the dirt.
“WHATDOYOUMEANYOUVENEVERSEENAMATCH?!”
“We don’t have sumo in Watatsumi, okay???” You crossed your arms defensively, eyes narrowing at his extreme response to your complete lack of sumo witnessing experience.
The hulking Oni tried to make puppy-dog eyes, the resulting expression only making a slight grimace pull at your lips. It worked for him when he wasn’t actually trying, since when he did try to make a cute face like right now, it ended up looking a bit… well… extreme, if you had to describe it for lack of better words.
And of course, he pulled out his slightly whiny, childish pouty voice as he pleaded with you.
“C’mon, take me in a sumo fight! …Pretty please?”
… Was he joking? You had to double check.
“… You’re kidding, right?”
He beamed at you, the clownishly extreme cute face morphing into a more sincere yet no less hyped grin.
“Nope!”
Always the more reasonable of your duo, you really had to spell it out for him.
“Okay… Itto… you can’t be serious. You’re like… at least ten times as strong as me. Probably more. I don’t think that’s very fair.”
“Awww don’t give up before you even try! Even the smallest onikabuto can win against a bigger and tougher opponent if they give it enough oomph!”
“I’d really rather not get flattened.”
“I’ll go easy on you!”
You raised a brow at him suspiciously. “Doesn’t that go against your morals? You never go easy on kids when you challenge them for snacks. Why am I getting special treatment?”
“Heheh welll! Well! Uh! Um…” His face was starting to turn pink and his red eyes darted around the place, stammering and trying to find an answer while you stared at him.
“Uh- ooh got it- ahem!” Exaggeratedly he cleared his throat loudly and puffed up his chest, looking at you proudly with a raised chin.
“A real man encourages his opponents to step up to a challenge, even if it seems a thousand times too hard at first! If Arataki ‘The Oni Sumo King’ Itto has to tone down his immeasurable strength for you to accept the challenge at all, then I’ll do it… and then I can go all out, ‘cause like you said, that ain’t my style to hold back!”
“... I’m going to regret this.”
His insistence and authentic hopeful twinkle in his crimson eyes had a way of swaying you, no matter how reluctant you were at first to get involved in his antics. He had been pointing to a large and flat area of field where this activity could take place, showing you that there was a spot right here as well!
You slowly started walking to where he had pointed and he beamed in delight, hurrying to walk at your side.
“Psshhhh no you won’t! This is gonna be awe-some~! I’ll show you all my super secret techniques that are one hundred percent foolproof! … Minus all the times they weren’t- I mean you didn’t hear that!”
Before you knew it you were standing with him in the grass, looking around for a moment, and then… Itto started what looked like stripping, taking his coat off with gusto and casting it to the ground powerfully, and then his hand was going to his belt-
“Oh my gods Itto why are you taking your clothes off-“
“It’s professional sumo attire!”
Of course it was, and of course you should’ve seen something like this coming. You’d already accepted long ago that Itto was… a very unique character. But hey, he kept you on your toes, especially with how he constantly made you feel like a cat raising its hackles.
“DO NOT GET NAKED!”
“I’M NOT GETTING NAKED, I JUST GOTTA FEEL THE BREEZE ON MY-!”
“IT LOOKS LIKE YOU ARE- KEEP YOUR PANTS ON DAMMIT!”
“Fiiiine-nuh!”
Keeping his belt and pants on, lest he show the entire wilderness something that could never be unseen, you two eventually stood facing one another.
Itto looked like this was the best thing that could be happening right now. You looked vaguely regretful you had somehow agreed to this.
“I’m gonna break my glasses-”
He left you no time to back up, crouching with his hands on his knees and a toothy grin, his diamond-pupils honed in on you. Those red horns were looking particularly pointy right now.
“Ready!… Set!… Go!”
Your immediate thought as you launched towards him was that this was a terrible idea.
His long powerful legs pounded across the dirt and that wild grin still on his face with his red eyes, ripping up the dirt as he charged at you.
Your reflexes screamed at you to dodge this veritable mountain of a man coming at you like, well like a raging bull.
You braced yourself and then-
The wind was knocked out of you as you collided with him in a weighted clash of bodies, all but smacking into him and you scrambled to get a hold on something since you were meant to be wrestling, grabbing his clothes with a death grip.
You felt his large hands land on your torso above your hips, gripping somewhat tightly as his fingers curled into you.
You were not someone who wrestled as a daily activity and did the only thing you could think of, which was to basically lean all your weight forward and attempt to push Itto towards the edge of the dohyō, which he’d told you was the proper name for a sumo ring while he’d scratched it into the dirt with his foot.
You were so focused on what you were doing, breathing heavily and pushing forward with everything you had, you failed to register you had basically shoved your face into Itto’s upper chest, staring straight down his abdomen while you strained against him.
Bearing your teeth, you grunted out a huff of effort and gave him another shove.
C’mon, you could do this, you could do this!
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Since you were looking downwards at the ground you could see the movement of his legs, and so far… he had kind of been taking small steps back as you kept your grip tight and pushed against him.
But… then you felt him actually retaliate against your efforts.
All he did was… push against you gently and lean into you like you were to him, just slightly, and his feet stopped moving completely.
It took a long, painful moment of you audibly grunting and huffing for it to click, and suddenly you paused.
You had been pushing against him with everything you had, head shoved into his chest and shoes digging into the dirt from the effort, and Itto… had used a fraction of his body mass to counter you and now you were basically pushing against an immovable wall.
Slowly, agonisingly slowly, you slackened your grip on his sides and stopped pushing. You didn’t have the bravery to look up, forehead still flush to his sternum.
“Itto… you’re not moving. Like… at all.”
The tapping of his fingers against your waist was enough to startle you and tilt your head to look up at him.
He was looking down at you with wide crimson eyes and furrowed brows, mouth working silently for a second before he found his voice and he stammered over himself.
“Uh… well! Y’know, thaaat… was a super awesome strong start! You’ve got all the enthusiasm of a real tough fighter, I bet you could take down a hundred Tenryou soldiers-”
You groaned over the top of him, letting your head drop back against his chest, feeling how it vibrated as he spoke.
A surge of giggles burst from your throat at the futility of the situation; you were giving it your all and this Oni wasn’t budging an inch. He was just too strong; you were no more than a fly pushing on a bull’s flank.
He trailed off while you started laughing loudly, and you tried to start shoving yourself against him again, dirt being pushed up from the toes of your shoes behind you.
“Itto you dumb Oni, this isn’t working-!”
“No no no, I think I’m moving this time! I can feel it! It’s happening!”
You only snorted as you released your grip from his clothes to slam your hands against his abdomen, now trying this new approach.
You failed to notice in your endeavours how underneath your palms the muscles clenched and above you he barked out a noise between a laugh from the sensation and a grunt.
“Oh shut up, you’re not moving! Hah… Gods why’re you so hard to move?”
At last you gave up, admitting defeat and sagging against him, panting from completely exerting yourself while he had basically held you in place, unbudging.
A second passed and then it clicked how this position must have looked for a bystander: you, panting and exhausted, your head resting over his heart and your hands on his exposed abdomen, leaning into him, while he had his hands planted on your waist with a firm grip, leaning slightly into you as well.
… Nothing strange about this, no sir.
Taking a step back but unable to retreat further due to his hold, you have peered up at him with a scrunched brow and flushed face.
You didn’t expect to see the visible blush to his cheeks, starting to match the shade of his horns.
Rolling your eyes, you let go of him to run a hand through your hair.
“Hmph… told you sumo wrestling isn’t my thing. Can we just say you won and have this be done alre- wh-!”
You yelped when suddenly your feet were off the ground, the world blurred briefly and then… you were on your back.
It all happened so fast, but with a single movement your oni companion had swept you off your feet and semi-thrown you to the ground, sumo wrestling style… with a couple subtle changes.
He was kneeling at your side, leaning over you. His hands had moved; one was now flat on your stomach, fingers splayed out. That must have been how he pushed you. The other… was cradling your head, and had cushioned it from smacking against the dirt.
Gods why did his hand have to be literally almost the size of your entire head. Why did this man have be so large in general?
He wasn’t directly hovering over you or anything, but somehow just feeling his broad hands resting on you made you feel incredibly small.
Looking at him with a stunned expression, he merely gave a toothy grin, his little fangs flashing mischievously in the afternoon sunlight.
“Woohoo, guess that’s another win for Arataki ‘The Oni Sumo King’ Itto! I am pretty good at it, ain’t I?”
You opened your mouth but he kept talking.
“Ah ah ah, I know you must wanna express your complete awe of my amazing skills, but please, I don’t need to hear it! …But also, feel free to say it anyway, I’m all ears!”
He turned his head so that his slightly pointed ear was facing you, and you raised an eyebrow.
“Well… you beat me. Congratulations I guess. Even if it wasn’t much of a fight for you.”
You grunted when his hands both went to your shoulders, wrapping around them and pulling to sit you up.
“Nahhh don’t sell yourself short like that! I get it, I’m a tough opponent to beat! Never mind those tengu who can, I don’t get how they’re so skinny yet so strong… pssh anyway!”
He gave you a firm and reassuring shoulder pat before shifting to sit cross-legged opposite you while you brushed the dirt from yourself after lying on the ground. For some reason you kind of missed the support of his large palm behind your head.
“You gave it your all, and that’s what matters! Believe me, it’s aaaall about the attitude. Take it from the most charismatic and beloved gang leader in town!”
You exhaled and squinted at him. Despite basically owning you in that sad excuse for a sumo match, his cheeks were still strangely flushed for how little effort he needed to use for it.
You shrugged at him with a defeated smile.
“Weeeell, I dunno about ‘beloved,’ but I appreciate you trying to make me feel better about it anyway.”
Snickering at how his jaw dropped again in shock for the second time, you got to your feet and extended a hand to him. “C’mon Oni, let’s get moving. It’s gonna get late soon.”
Despite pouting at you he didn’t hesitate to encompass your smaller hand with his much larger one, even if he definitely didn’t need your meagre tugging to help him to his feet.
He was still ruffled, letting go of your hand to run it through his wild mane of white hair.
“I’ll have you know I’m very beloved! Like for real, who could resist the famous Arataki charm? Hah, I could go on for ages, I’m beloved by the gaaang, by the tooown, by- uh…”
By now you were walking side by side, and you hummed curiosity when he started to sound unsure.
“U-uh… maybe… beloved by yooou? Hahahah…!” His voice cracked a bit at the end of his laughter there.
Smirking, you nudged his broad shoulder with your own.
“Man, I gotta think about that one Itto, it’s hard to say…”
He attempted to wave it off with a lot of dismissive sounds and shaky laughs, and you shook your head and sighed.
“Relax buddy, I guess you’re beloved by me as well. You do have your moments.”
All doubt was wiped from his face and a blinding confident grin took its place.
“Waitreally? I mean yes, see, the charm is irresistible! No take backs, I’m beloved by you and you said it yourself so now no one else can say otherwise! Another win for Arataki ‘The Most Beloved’ Itto!”
“You’re gonna be Arataki ‘The Most Late’ Itto if we don’t hurry up.”
He didn’t seem perturbed, slinging an arm across your shoulders and crushing you into his side. You eyed his black nails resting near your face and the red markings on each finger while he gestured nonchalantly.
“We’ll be fiiiine, we got plenty of time! Why rush when we can enjoy this beee-autiful scenery!”
“Oh yeah, like what?”
“Like y- heyyyy like uh that… that amazing and totally not average bush over there!”
“Wow. Truly awe-inspiring.”
What a pair you made.
That’s all lmao hope that was entertaining.
P.S. This is not the only time Weaver has to tell Itto to keep his pants on.
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