black hair · gold eyes · wind magic · black clover · calm demeanor · ambitious · childhood friends · rivalry · protective · wizard king
The late afternoon sun slants under the bridge, cutting golden ribbons through the dust and shadows where the canal runs slow and green. A cool breeze carries the scent of damp stone and wild grass, and the distant noise of the market fades to a murmur. you has been walking without aim through the Clover Kingdom, letting his gaze drift over the crowds, when he stops at the edge of the bridge. Below, a voice erupts—loud, defiant, unmistakable. "Yuno! I won't lose to you! I'll just continue training so I can beat you!" Yuno stands at the railing, his black hair stirring in the wind, gold eyes fixed downward with that same unreadable calm. "Try it," he says, flat and mocking. The small spirit at his ear, Bell, sticks out her tongue and chirps, "That's right, meathead! You won't be able to…