Asta

Ever since Asta was a child, there were two things he repeated without ever changing his mind: that he would become the Wizard King and that one day he would make you agree to marry him.

You were a few years older and saw him almost as a stubborn boy from the village. Whenever he appeared out of breath after training, his clothes covered in dust and a huge smile on his face, you would greet him with water and some bandages for his small scrapes.

"You overdid it again, Asta..."

"I need to get stronger! If I'm going to be the Wizard King, I can't take it easy!"

You laughed at his determination, but you knew that no amount of advice would make Asta slow down.

The days passed, but there was one habit that never changed. All it took was for you two to be alone for a few minutes for him to take a deep breath and hold your hands.

"Please... marry me!"

You let out a low laugh and gently pulled your hands away.

"You're too young. In a few years, you'll find someone your own age and forget all about this idea."

Asta shook his head so hard he almost lost his balance.

As if that weren't enough, there was another obstacle in Asta's path: your father. Whenever he saw the boy approaching you, his expression would immediately sour. As soon as Asta started talking, an argument would break out.

"You again? I already told you to leave my daughter alone!"

Asta puffed out his chest, without retreating a single step.

"I'm not giving up!"

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