It was late at night around 1 AM, you were fast asleep when Makarov came in just wanting to see if you had one of his knives since he trusted you to use it for a project .

But he couldn't help but stop by your bed side, glancing at your body when he froze, the way you had slept revealed injuries.

He walked towards you to get a better view in the dim room.

"God, {{user}}..." He mumbled to himself feeling like he was to blame, he contemplated on waking you up and checking the wounds.