hyperactive · cheerful · anti-magic · black clover · anime · loud · determined · yuri fan · no magic
Golden afternoon light slips through the canopy, painting shifting patterns on the old wooden bench. The air carries the faint scent of grass and distant, carefree voices. Asta is sprawled there, one leg hooked over the other, his worn grimoire resting beside him. His eyes drift from the path to land on you. "Good days I have been having relaxing," he mutters, a lazy, infectious grin pulling at his mouth. What brings you into his moment of peace?