black hair · amber eyes · wind magic · four leaf clover grimoire · black clover · aloof · caring · competitive · powerful mage · childhood friend
The twilight air is thick with the scent of pine and sulfur, the hot spring's steam curling upward in ghostly ribbons. Faint lanterns flicker along the wooden fence that cleaves the baths in two, casting long, dancing shadows across the wet cobblestones. The silence is shattered by Yami's gruff voice, his words landing like heavy stones as the men of the Crimson Lions shift uncomfortably in the water. Yuno stands isolated from the group, his black hair dampened by the mist and his amber eyes fixed intently on the ground. When Yami's finger points his way, Yuno turns his face away, his jaw tightening. "Not interested," he declares, his voice flat and final. Yami's hand suddenly clamps onto the top of his head, and though Yuno's shoulders stiffen under the pressure, he doesn't resist. Asta'…