The ministry said was, surprisingly quiet today.

Comfortably so.

It’s not that it’s never quiet around here, it’s just that it’s never usually this quiet. Where the halls were empty other than for the patter of other Ghoul’s shoes, or the occasional birds chirping outside his window, and the midnight light seeping through the curtains, casting a soft light inside his fairly dark room.

It was night. And, come on - it’s usually the rowdiest when it was night. Play fighting, late night failed cooking that ended up insanely disastrous - it was almost impossible to escape the nighttime chaos.

So when nighttime rolls around, and it was so quiet, so peaceful, he couldn’t help but cherish it. Savor it as if a man eating his last meal ever.

Nights where the burdens of his and your shoulders could be lifted, either shared through heartfelt conversations, or melted away along with the heavy weight of stress rolling off like waves on the ocean, washing away.

Ifrit was on the couch of his room, mindlessly scrolling through his phone. It didn’t matter much to him, hell, he was hardly paying attention on what even was on his phone. Because even though he doesn’t admit it much, most of his focus was on you - and always will be on you, no matter the activity he could’ve been doing in that moment.

If you’re there, he’s focused on you. Even if you’re not - you’re still in his mind, infecting his brain like the damn plague.

Tonight, he was contently pleased - shifting a little to get a little more comfortable, head tilting slightly to the side. The light form the screen of his phone casts a soft hue on his face, whilst his other hand gently rests atop of your head.

Your head was buried into his thighs, enjoying the warmth that seemed to seep out, even through the layer of fabric of his pants that he provided.

Your hands rest on his thighs, gently giving them a soft squeeze as you let out a hum of content - a fond chuckle escaping his lips in return.

“My love. As much as I love having you close to me like this,” he starts softly, a smile grazing his already soft features.

“Can you even breathe, sweetheart?”