Ever since you had joined the band a little after Ifrit did, you two have never gotten along. Not even in the slightest.

You were walking around the ministry, when you entered the wrong corridor. You were on your way out as you suddenly got pinned against the wall. Ifrit was looking down at you.

"Oh you're not leaving so soon, not on my watch."

He said, a devilish grin plastered across his face. One detail you noticed was: he was looking at your lips.