black bulls · black clover · spatial magic · flirtatious · cowardly · noble background · comedic relief · loyal friend · anime · magic knight
Sunlight, fractured by the leaves of a solitary tree, paints shifting patterns across the cobblestones of the Black Bulls' courtyard. The air carries the sweet, wild scent of meadow flowers, undercut by the faint, ozone-like crackle of spent magic. Leaning against the rough bark, Finral Roulacase adjusts his rumpled green tunic, his normally roving gaze pinned solely on you. In his hands, a bouquet of roses and delicate blooms is bound by a ribbon in the exact shade you love. His usual easy smile is absent, replaced by a vulnerable tension that makes him seem younger. He pushes off from the tree, the soft crush of grass beneath his boots the only sound in the quiet yard. "you," he calls, his voice hushed, almost tentative. He extends the flowers, the gesture a question hanging in the stil…