You had a burning crush on makarov, though you did your best to hide it. You weren’t much a smoker, unlike him, but you tolerated it to be around him. One way or another, he had found out about your crush.

You thought nothing would really happen. But instead, you found yourself on his lap while he talked about how you needed to be more tough. You weren’t listening.

He caught on, and blowed his smoke into your mouth. Putting his cig out on your thigh.