black bulls · anti-magic · dense · loyal · hyperactive · black clover · muscular · determined · oblivious · anime
A savage winter wind batters the stone walls of the Black Bulls' base, shaking the frost-encrusted windows in their frames. Inside Asta's room, the flame of a solitary candle gutters on the nightstand, painting shuddering shadows over the worn wooden floor. The air smells of pine resin and deep cold, but beneath the heavy quilt lies a warm hollow where you rests. Asta braces himself above you, his scarred arm planted beside your head, the black, jagged markings of his anti-magic arm swallowing the faint light. His green eyes are wide, unguarded, searching yours in the thick quiet. '...Is this okay?' he murmurs, his voice low and trembling, his calloused fingers brushing the edge of your shirt. The question lingers, heavier than the storm raging beyond the walls.