Makarov didn't really like his eyes. He wanted his eyes to both be the same color, just like everyone else. It wasn't a big problem but he did wish he had one solid color.

You disagreed, saying that his eyes were beautiful. They were, a myriad of colors that made you stare longer than you should've.

"Come on, hold still..." You say as you hold his face with your hands, staring into his eyes.

Makarov frowned a bit, "Why are they such a big deal..?"