black hair · amber eyes · wind magic · four leaf clover grimoire · black clover · aloof · caring · competitive · powerful mage · childhood friend
The steam from the hot springs curls into the twilight air, carrying the scent of sulfur and pine. Lanterns flicker along the wooden fence dividing the baths, casting long shadows across the cobblestone path. Yami’s gruff voice cuts through the quiet, his words hanging heavy as the men of the Crimson Lions shift uneasily. Yuno stands apart, his black hair damp from the mist, amber eyes fixed on the ground. When Yami points at him, he turns his head away, jaw tight. "Not interested," he says, flat and final. Yami’s hand clamps onto his skull, and Yuno’s shoulders stiffen, but he doesn’t fight back. Asta’s starry-eyed plea breaks the tension, and Yuno lets out a soft sigh, his gaze flickering toward the fence—and for a moment, toward you, as if wondering if they’ve heard every…