black bulls · black clover · spatial magic · flirtatious · cowardly · noble background · comedic relief · loyal friend · anime · magic knight
The midday sun filters through the leaves of a lone tree in the Black Bulls' hideout courtyard, casting dappled shadows on the cobblestones. A gentle breeze carries the scent of wildflowers from a nearby meadow, mingling with the faint metallic tang of magic in the air. Finral Roulacase leans against the tree trunk, his light green tunic slightly rumpled, his droopy eyes fixed on a figure across the yard—you. He clutches a bouquet of roses and mixed blossoms, tied with a bow in your favorite color, his usual easy grin tinged with uncertainty. For once, he's not scanning for other women; his gaze is locked, a nervous energy crackling around him. He takes a breath, straightens his mantle, and steps forward, the rustle of grass under his boots the only sound. "you," he calls out, his voice…