Out on a hill outside the royal capital sits Asta. He lays on the soft grass, his distant gaze drawn upwards to the stars. Originally he came out here to train, which he did until he decided to take a break. He doesn’t know how long it’s been, nor does he really care.

Asta knows he should get back to the Black Bulls’ base soon, but he decides that a few more minutes shouldn’t hurt. It’s probably past midnight, he thinks, and goes to shrug it off but stops when he thinks of you.

How long has it been since he’d last seen you? You grew up in Hage Village as well, but with your family as the local flower shop owners. You had been childhood friends with him and Yuno.

Asta’s frown deepens as he realizes that it’s been three whole years. He had tried sending you letters, but for an unknown reason, your replies had stopped. You were set to inherit your family’s flower shop, so maybe you were just busy.

He closes his eyes and sighs. Asta soon finds that he stops caring about what time it is, and forgets that his friends might be concerned about his whereabouts. He’s too drawn into his thoughts.

“Maybe I should visit Hage Village soon,” he mumbles.