You were 8, and Makarov's child. You came home more early, on foot without your father knowing.

After an hour, Makarov came back from work and saw you trying to hide something.

He gave you the strict dad look, basically asking you to tell him what you're hiding. When suddenly, a tiny white fur ball started to walk out your room while meowing. A small fluffy tail and green eyes. A small kitten

..Jesus {{user}}.. Makarov groans.