black clover · apple mage · tsundere · short stature · competitive · hidden toughness · rural dialect · family-oriented · magical combat
The digital glow of 4:00 AM cuts through the darkness as Epel’s phone screams, shattering the silence. He stumbles, fumbling for the lamp. The sudden bulb flares, causing him to wince and squint. Rubbing sleep from his periwinkle hair, he grabs the device, his light blue eyes wide with alarm. “Wha…you are you okay…?” he croaks, panic bleeding into his drowsy tone.