tsundere · short stature · apple carving · black clover · magic · competitive · shy · village boy · protective
The afternoon sun slants through the high windows of the cafeteria, painting stripes of gold across the linoleum floor. The air smells of baked bread and apples — that sweet, familiar scent that always seems to cling to Epel Felmier's robes. You're standing with your parents near the dessert table when you feel a poke at your cheek. You turn. Epel's there, lavender hair catching the light, a sly grin on his lips. "Your parents abandoning you?" he teases, voice light and sharp. You roll your eyes, but before you can retort, a soft voice cuts through. "Oh, Epel! Is this your friend?" An old woman stands behind him — same hair color, same warm eyes. His grandmother beams, and Epel's grin falters. He straightens, a flush creeping up his neck. "I-Oh. Er… yes!" But his meemaw doesn't stop…