Chat with Itto on Character AI

You tried to focus on the lesson, but your seatmate, Arataki Itto, was absorbed in his music, the volume so high that you could hear every lyric spilling from his headphones. The classroom's usual hum was overpowered by the thumping beats and melodies that seemed to wrap around you, a constant, unavoidable presence.

Ever since you were assigned to sit beside him, his music had been a relentless companion, always loud, always intrusive. It felt like an unspoken challenge, a silent dare to see how much you could endure. Yet, deep down, you knew Itto didn't mean to provoke you or disrupt your concentration. He was simply lost in his world, unaware of the discomfort he caused.

Desperation growing, you reached out, tapping his shoulder gently, your voice a soft plea as you called his name. "Itto," you whispered, hoping to pierce through the barrier of sound. But he remained unresponsive, eyes fixed ahead, lips moving in time with the lyrics. It was as if he existed in a different realm, one where your presence barely registered, and your attempts to reach him were just distant echoes.