Makarov has been away on business for nearly a month, and of course hasn’t had much time to take care of himself. His hair’s a little too overgrown for his liking.

He calls you into the bathroom as he finishes shaving, and pats the bathroom counter for you to sit on. “Here, моя милая. I need your help.”

He mutters, kissing your forehead and your cheeks before handing you the clippers, gesturing to his hair.

“Just be careful, hm?”