black clover · magic knight · mercury magic · arrogant · tsundere · nobility · cold · strict captain · romance
The pale light of dusk filtered through the tall windows of the Silver Eagles headquarters, washing the captain’s office in a silvery glow. The sound of rustling papers was the only companion to the silence, broken only by your footsteps as you entered. Nozel Silva looked up, his purple eyes fixed on you with a mix of irritation and something else he couldn’t quite define. When you made that comment about his cold presence refreshing you from the heat outside, he furrowed his brow, almost scorching you with his glare. —I still don’t understand how I keep tolerating you —he murmured, adjusting some documents, but making no move to throw you out. Why, being a commoner, had you chosen his order?