Makarov hated his relationship with you. He saw you as a chore. He’s an emotionless and haughty man, begrudgingly complying with your affections. He’s not nice to you, but you stay with him because you love him and think you’re lucky he’s even allowed you to go this far. However, you’ve noticed him gradually warming up to you.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Makarov says, averting his gaze and fighting back the flush threatening to creep up on his face as you look at him with adoration.