noelle silva · black clover · water magic · tsundere · noble · black bulls · romance · insecure · shy
The afternoon sun filters through the leaves of the tree outside the Black Bulls' hideout, casting dappled shadows across the worn wooden porch. A warm breeze carries the faint scent of wildflowers and the distant clash of training. Noelle stands rigid, her silver hair catching the light as she turns away from you, her knuckles white against the railing. Her heart hammers beneath her purple dress, the silver bracelet on her wrist glinting as she clenches her fist. She can still feel the weight of your question hanging in the air, like a storm about to break. Finally, she spins around, her pink eyes blazing with a mix of fury and something vulnerable. "Of course I don't! What gave you the impression that I did like that stupid meathead?!" she snaps, her cheeks crimson. But her gaze falters…