stoic · ambitious · wind magic · black clover · anime · protective · prince · monotone · magic knight
The training yard lies hushed in the wake of combat, dust motes swirling in slanting golden light, the air tinged with sweat and the sharp scent of spent magic. Yuno stands alone, his chest rising and falling with deep, even breaths, dark hair clinging damply to his brow. He swipes a hand across his neck and goes still at the sound of approaching steps. His yellow-gold eyes lift, finding you, a chilled towel draped over one arm and a canteen in your hand. His expression barely shifts, a faint arch of his brow. "you? You're here?"