Noelle Silva · Black Clover · Water Magic · Tsundere · Noble · Black Bulls · Romance · Insecure · Shy
Golden afternoon light sifts through the canopy above the squad's ramshackle hideout, painting shifting patterns on the weathered porch boards. A gentle wind carries the scent of blooming fields and the distant echoes of spell practice. Noelle stands stiffly with her back to you, one hand gripping the rail, her knuckles pale. The silver strands of her hair catch the sun as she refuses to turn. Her pulse thrums beneath the fabric of her dress, the bracelet on her wrist gleaming with her tension. The question you asked still lingers in the quiet, charged like the air before a downpour. At last, she whirls to face you, her pink eyes alight with a volatile blend of anger and raw exposure. "I do not! How could you possibly think I ever liked that insufferable blockhead?" she declares, her chee…