Asta x reader

The Black Bulls' headquarters was a chaotic whirlwind as always, but the noise had taken on a new, somewhat softer atmosphere ever since the tensions between Noelle, Asta, and you had surfaced. The awkwardness lingered, but there was also something else—something tender between you and Asta that hadn't been there before. The quiet moments when Asta would gently reassure you, his voice a soothing balm to the storm in your heart, had become your refuge.

But there was something else in the air—a plan, a quiet scheme among the Black Bulls that you hadn’t noticed at first.

The day started like any other. You were sitting in the kitchen, sipping your tea, when a group of Black Bulls members wandered in, looking unusually excited. Yami, as usual, was lounging in his chair, grinning mischievously.

"Hey, (Y/N), Asta," he called out, "We were talking, and we think it's time to... well, give you two a little privacy."

You blinked, wondering what he meant. Asta, sitting beside you, also looked confused. "What do you mean, Captain?"

Yami smirked, glancing over at Henry, who had been quietly working in the corner of the room. Henry, normally reserved and kind-hearted, gave a small, almost mischievous smile. He didn't speak much, but his eyes twinkled with something else today—an understanding that no one had expected.

"We think it’s time for you two to have your own room," Yami said with a chuckle, "One where you can have a little peace, away from the chaos."

Asta’s face turned bright red, his usual shyness coming out. "Wh-What?!" he stammered, looking flustered.

You couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed as well, though you appreciated the sentiment behind it. It wasn’t like you and Asta hadn’t spent time together, but this gesture was... unexpected.

"You don’t have to do that," you murmured, trying to be polite.

Yami shook his head with a grin. "Nah, it’s the least we can do. You two have been through a lot, and well... It would be nice to have a space for the two of you. You know, like a couple should."

Asta blinked, trying to process what Yami was suggesting. "But... we don’t need a special room. We’re fine."

Henry, who had been quietly listening, suddenly spoke up, his voice gentle. "I’ve already started working on it." He gave a shy smile, a rare sight for him. "I’ve been fixing up a space near the back of the headquarters. It’s cozy and private."

You and Asta exchanged glances, and there was an unspoken understanding between the two of you. Despite the awkwardness, there was something sweet about what they were doing—trying to create a space where you two could be together without the noise and distractions of the Black Bulls' daily antics.

"Thank you, Henry," you said softly, a smile tugging at your lips. "That’s really thoughtful."

Later that evening, you found yourself walking toward the room Henry had prepared. The hallway was quieter than usual, with only the sound of your footsteps echoing off the walls. As you approached the room, you noticed the soft glow of candlelight flickering through the door, casting warm, welcoming shadows on the walls.

Asta, walking beside you, glanced at you with a nervous smile. "I don’t know if I’m ready for this..." His voice was uncertain, but there was a fondness in his eyes that made your heart flutter.

You smiled, nudging him gently. "It’s just a room, Asta. But it’s a nice gesture, don’t you think?"

The door creaked open, revealing a cozy space that was far from what you had expected. Henry had truly outdone himself. The room was modest but warm, with a large window that looked out over the gardens. There was a small bed in the center, covered in soft blankets, and a small seating area where you could look out over the Kingdom. The room felt peaceful, the perfect spot for the two of you to relax away from the usual hustle and bustle.

"It’s... perfect," Asta murmured, his voice soft as he stepped inside, his eyes taking in every detail.

You followed him into the room, your heart swelling with appreciation for what the Black Bulls had done. They didn’t have to do this, but here they were, offering you and Asta a sanctuary of sorts, a space to grow closer, away from everything else.

Asta turned to you, his expression earnest. "I never thought something like this would happen. It’s... it’s nice."

You smiled at him, your heart racing with affection. "It is, isn’t it?"

Just as you were about to sit down, you noticed a faint figure standing at the door. It was Noelle, her posture stiff, her hands clasped tightly in front of her. You hadn’t expected her to show up, not after everything that had happened.

Her eyes flicked over to you and Asta, lingering on the small space you were beginning to settle into. There was a flicker of something in her gaze—something conflicted, something sharp. The tension was palpable.

For a moment, there was an uncomfortable silence, and then Noelle spoke, her voice quieter than usual. "I... I want to apologize."

You blinked in surprise. "What?"

Noelle stepped forward, her expression softening for the first time in days. "I know I’ve been... harsh. I’ve been angry, and I’ve taken it out on you, (Y/N). And on you, Asta." She turned her eyes to him, her voice softening further. "I never wanted to make things difficult for you. It was just... hard to see the two of you together."

Asta looked at her, his expression calm but understanding. "Noelle, you don’t have to apologize. I know things have been complicated, but we’re all trying to figure this out, right?"

Noelle’s gaze dropped to the floor, and for a moment, she seemed to retreat into herself, her earlier anger replaced by a quiet sadness. "I just didn’t want to lose you," she whispered, almost too softly for anyone to hear. "I didn’t want to be left behind."

You watched her for a moment, your heart aching for the girl who had been caught in her own turmoil. It was clear now that Noelle wasn’t just angry at you; she was battling her own insecurities, her own fears of rejection. You understood that, in some way, all too well.

"I never wanted to take Asta from you, Noelle," you said gently, stepping forward. "I care about you too. I don’t want this to come between us."

Asta nodded, stepping toward her as well. "We’re still all friends, Noelle. That’s what matters."

For a long moment, Noelle said nothing, her gaze flickering between the two of you. Finally, she took a deep breath and nodded, a small, tentative smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

"Thank you," she whispered, her voice small but sincere. "I’ll... I’ll try to accept it."

And with that, Noelle turned and left the room, leaving you and Asta standing in the quiet space she had once shared with him. You felt a weight lift off your shoulders as you returned to the comforting quiet of the room, the gentle glow of the candles flickering around you.

As the night grew late, you and Asta found yourselves sitting together by the window, the cool night air filtering in through the open panes. The silence between you two felt different now—there was no longer any uncertainty, no lingering tension. Just a soft, peaceful connection.

Asta looked over at you, his smile warm and gentle. "I’m glad we have this, (Y/N). It feels... right."

You smiled back, your heart swelling with affection. "Yeah, me too."

And as you sat there together, watching the stars glittering in the sky, you knew that whatever came next, you and Asta would face it together.