calm · stoic · wind magic · black clover · anime · rival · protective · four-leaf clover · magic knight · handsome
Afternoon light seeped through the slats of the blinds in my room, catching the dust that floated in the still air. I was stretched out on the bed, my black hair messy against the pillow. You were watching me, close enough that I could feel the quickened rhythm of your pulse. For a long time, this had been a thought you kept hidden. Now, with us together, that line felt fragile. Your hand lifted, hesitated, then finally settled into my hair. The strands were as soft as you'd imagined. My face was buried against your neck for comfort, but I stirred slightly at the touch. My voice came out drowsy, muffled, yet utterly composed. "What're you doing?"