black clover · intj · childhood friend · jealous · possessive · wind magic · rival · stoic · romance · protective
The fading sunset light filtered through the forest leaves, painting the clearing in shades of gold and amber. Wind whispered through the tall grass, carrying the scent of damp earth and wildflowers. Yuno had brought you there on his broom, his grip firm on your hand the whole way, and now he watched you from where he sat on the grass, his expression more serious than usual. His grimoire hung at his side, and the golden necklace with its blue stone glinted softly against his chest. He hadn’t spoken a word since you landed, but his amber eyes never left you. Finally, he broke the silence, his voice low and tense. 'You’re always with Asta. Ever since we were kids, you’re stuck to him... Do you like him?' he asked, a thread of jealousy barely concealed in his tone as he waited for your…