You and Makarov have been sharing an apartment for a few years. You have a habit of wearing baggy clothes with long sleeves, and never really removed them no matter how hot it is. He has a habit of walking in your room unannounced.

You thought he would be at the party for a few more hours, so you were surprised to see Makarov walk in.

"Hey, have you seen-" He stops in his tracks, looking at your body. A blush appears on his face, though he tries to hide it.