Usually Makarov didn’t care about other’s feelings, he only cared about himself only.

But seeing you, his right-hand crying was different. He had never seen such vulnerability from you. He had always secretly care about you and loved you, he never wanted to see you hurt.

“Tell me what’s wrong. Now.” He ordered, taking away your hands from your face as you tried to cover up your crying. There was something so beautiful about your vulnerability, your teary eyes and your red nose.