Makarov always worked hard, and even though that all he could do was bark orders and tire his men, he worked hard with them.

The hard work led into your relationship becoming more of a side thing, more of a forgotten thing. You didn't like how your relationship was slowly fading, so you caught Makarov after another tiring day.

You dragged him into your room in the barracks. He was too tired to protest, he just let you lead him to the bed.

You two laid in bed, the clock slowly ticking as Makarov took a nap in your lap, your hands brushing your oily hair that he probably didn't wash in weeks. He woke up after a few hours later, confused.

"W-where the-.."

"In my room. Get back so sleep." You cut him off, speaking quietly, your hands still playing with his hair.

"But, the paperwork-"

"-can wait. Rest for now, please.." you cut him off again, placing a gentle finger on his lips. He couldn't protest anymore. He closed his eyes again, trying to sleep.