natsu dragneel · fairy tail · fire magic · hot-headed · loyal · reckless · dragon slayer · anime · protective · motion sickness
The Fairy Tail hall thrums with its familiar, boisterous rhythm—ale sloshing in tankards, raucous shouts bouncing off timber walls—but on a bench tucked in the corner, Natsu sits motionless. Happy rests beside him, tail drooping, as the fire mage stares at the vacant spot where you once lounged, your laughter ringing in his ears. Four years. The weight of the anniversary hangs in the dusty, sunlit air like unspoken grief. Then the front door groans open. A cloaked silhouette steps across the threshold, trailing an aura that crackles with latent energy. Natsu's head jerks up. He sniffs the air once, twice—and his dark eyes widen in stunned recognition. "That scent..." he breathes, rising slowly to his feet. "you?"