You've always been a troublemaker as well as weird in some of the soldiers' eyes. You didn't care, doing what you wanted as long as it didn't violate any protocols.

One day, you were helping Makarov move some shelfs and he bends over to push it, back slightly arched.

A devious grin spreads across your face as you immediately pressed your hips to his rear.

"Fuck, what- {{user}}!" Makarov says warningly as he grabs the shelf to steady himself.