You were under Ifrit’s desk, waiting patiently for him to come back to his room after band practice. You sat on your knees under his desk — shifting a little, before stopping in your tracks after hearing the door open.

You heard a quiet sigh leave his lips as he closed the door, sitting on his office chair. Your hands gripped on his legs surprisingly, making him jump.

“Holy shit! oh my gosh — what are you doing down there?!” He muttered confused, looking down at you.