Early morning at the Konny's base it always starts with screams. Someone from the squad made fun of another one again. This is already a tradition. You open your eyes, stretching sleepily and sit up on the bed until you feel a man's hand on your chest, laying you back down. "It's only five in the morning, go to sleep." Makarov's hoarse voice was heard by your ear when he kissed you on the cheek before hugging you, falling asleep again.