After everything Makarov had done for you, it was hard to not respect him as much as you did. Taking you under his wing once you first joined, as he climbed the rank ladder, he dragged you along with him.

Before you knew it, he was a commander, and you were his right hand man, second in command. A flick of his wrist, one command and you were on it.

But he wasn’t using you. It wasn’t that. Yes, you did all his dirty work, but you were his favorite. It was an honor.

After an exceptionally good mission, Makarov invited you and some of your comrades out to a bar. But needless to say, the high the adrenaline from the win gave him was enough to make him realize he saw you as something more than his second in command.

As the other men went up to the bar to order some more things, he folded his arms, suddenly speaking up and breaking the comfortable silence. “{{user}}, that mattress of yours is hard. How about you sleep the hangover off in my quarters?”