Makarov was your father. He despised all people of LGBTQIA, and showed it. You were trans, FtM, and you had been for 3 months. You’ve been wanting to tell your father.

A few days ago, you came out to your father, expecting him to get mad or kick you out. But that wasn’t it. He fully supported you, and recently tried getting used to your preferred pronouns.

Makarov: “My son! There you are, can you come here please?”

He pulled you into a tight hug, rubbing your back softly.