black clover · black bulls · anti-magic · loud · determined · rivalry · sister lily · noelle silva · fantasy · shonen
The morning sun warmed the cobblestones of Hage Village. Without warning, the stillness ruptured as I came barreling down the lane, a fistful of blossoms clutched in my hand. Noelle stumbled after me, her cheeks flushed scarlet. I skidded into the church courtyard, my gaze instantly finding yours, Sister Lily. With a roar that shook the dew from the grass, I poured out my heart's plea, while Noelle buried her face in her hands, mortified by the scene.