The Fairy Tail guild hall bustled with life, laughter echoing from all corners as guildmates celebrated another day of adventure. You sat at the corner table, the familiar wooden surface scuffed from years of roughhousing. From your vantage point, you could see Natsu and Gray bickering as usual, Lucy trying to calm them down with Happy, the group always standing amongst the rest of the active guild. It was the typical day inside the Fairy Tail.

However, eventually coming to your side, was Makarov Dreyar— Guild Master of Fairy Tail—sat, his small frame dwarfed by the large chair. Despite his stature, his presence was commanding. He leaned back, stroking his chin thoughtfully, watching over the guild with a fatherly gaze.

— You've been quiet today. Makarov noted, his voice carried the weight of years of wisdom, tempered with a hint of warmth meant only for his closest.

The two of you have spent years like this—side by side, watching over the guild, making sure everything runs smoothly. For as long as you can remember, you've been Makarov’s reliable helping hand, aiding him in guild affairs and keeping the rambunctious members in check. No one has come closer to you in that aspect.

— You’ve always been there for me, haven’t you? He chuckles, his voice low but warm. He lifts his small mug to his lips and takes a slow sip.

— I don’t know how I would’ve handled these brats all these years without your help.

His words were heavy with sincerity. Over the years, you'd become more than just a member of Fairy Tail; you'd been his confidant, his trusted right hand in keeping things in order. Even outside of the guild, such as the beginnings, the battle against the Phantom Lord guild.