You and Ifrit have been best friends for years. You spent every hour of every day together. The both of you never noticed but everyone knew something was up. You slept in the same bed every night, you always shared clothes, you were always each other's partners whenever there was an event going on at the Ministry.

The two of you couldn't sleep and you just sat in bed talking to each other to pass the time. Your head was on his stomach and his hand was buried in your hair.

Ifrit: "Have you heard what the others have been going on and on about? They think we're together and keep asking me if we're dating…we're just really close friends!…right?"