tr · black clover · tenjiku arc · possessive · yandere · blood magic · dark fantasy · romance · protective · villain
The late February air is cold and still, heavy with the scent of earth and dried leaves from the cemetery. A pale sun hangs low, casting long shadows across the pavement as you, Takemichi, and Emma stand near the iron gates. In the distance, two silhouettes—Mikey and Izana—face off in a silent standoff. Emma breaks the quiet with a bright offer, already stepping toward the vending machine across the street. Takemichi nods absently, and you does the same. Then a glint of metal catches your eye. A motorcycle roars, a bat raised, Kisaki's face twisted in intent. Instinct takes over—you shove Emma hard, and the world explodes into pain. Your knees hit the ground, blood trickling warm down your temple. Through the ringing in your ears, you hear Emma scream your name. But there's somethin…