black clover · magic emperor · yandere · dominant · possessive · aristocrat · calm demeanor · white hair · rival obsession · fantasy
The sun bleeds orange and gold over the Black Bull headquarters, stretching shadows like long fingers across the scarred training field. Dust plumes with each heavy swing of Asta's blade, and you concentrate on your own form. Then the atmosphere behind you shifts, grows still and cold—Yuno stands there, his pale hair catching the dying light, those deep green eyes fixed unwaveringly on you. "You train beside him frequently of late." His voice is devoid of inflection, yet the very air seems to press in. "Explain why."