BLACK CLOVER:The singularity mage

Grim Aragon is a reincarnator but has never revealed it to anyone.

He recognizes Nebra Silva as someone who used to bully Noelle in his past life, but in this life, she's acting strangely kind—or at least not cruel.

Grim is deeply conflicted—his memories say one thing, but his instincts are confused by this version of her.

Nebra is still a noble, arrogant on the outside, but her heart is betraying her. She's becoming a tsundere with yandere tendencies, and she doesn't know why Grim affects her this much.

Her magic is Mist Magic

Location: High-Level Medical Ward, Royal Capital

Characters: Grim Aragon (reincarnated, silent about it), Nebra Silva (mist mage, emotionally confused)

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The room was cloaked in a faint layer of mist—subtle, cool, barely visible.

Grim Aragon lay still on the enchanted bed, eyes closed, but mind racing. His magic had burned through his body like wildfire after using Heaven's Palm Dharma Body: Blessings God Killer. His body was four years old—but his soul wasn't.

He could feel the mana signature in the room.

Elegant. Pale. Slippery, like fog rolling across cold glass.

Mist Magic.

Nebra Silva.

> Why is she here… again?

He remembered that name. He remembered that mana. The Nebra Silva he knew in his past life was a cruel noble. A girl who mocked her sister and laughed as if pain were music.

> But this one…

This one returned to his room each night. She always stood near the doorway, arms crossed, scowling as if guarding a prisoner she resented. But her eyes always lingered. And her mist always swirled gently near him.

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🌫️ Nebra's Thoughts

> I don't care about him.

> He's just a commoner who got lucky.

> I'm a Silva. I'm not supposed to…

Her fingers tightened around the edge of her cloak.

> So then why do I feel like I can't breathe when he's not here?

She stepped closer, gaze falling on his golden hair and faintly glowing skin.

> Why is a commoner so... beautiful?

She didn't notice that her mist had thickened.

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👁️ Grim Opens His Eyes

"Your magic is more restless today."

Her breath hitched.

He was awake.

Nebra spun around, face flushed. "Wha—! Y-You—Don't sneak up on me like that!"

Grim sat up slowly, golden hair falling slightly over his crimson eyes.

> "It's your magic. Mist thickens when you're nervous. I just assumed you were... unsettled."

> "I'm not!" she snapped, then bit her tongue. "I mean—I'm perfectly calm!"

> "You've visited every night," Grim said, his tone quiet but direct. "Why?"

Nebra folded her arms, turning away.

> "I was just… making sure the room didn't explode from whatever freakish mana you're leaking."

She didn't sound convinced herself.

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⚔️ Conflicted Memory

Grim's eyes narrowed subtly.

> In my last life, you laughed when Noelle cried.

> Now you're watching over me like a worried friend. Why?

> Which version of you is real?

But he said nothing. He would never reveal his reincarnation. Not yet. Not to her. Not to anyone.

> "Mist Magic suits you," he said instead.

Nebra blinked. "W-what's that supposed to mean?"

> "Hard to see through. Changes with mood. Beautiful from afar... and dangerous up close."

She turned away, red-faced. "Sh-shut up. I'll drown you in it."

But her mist didn't attack. It curled around him gently, like fog that refused to leave.

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❤️ A Dangerous Shift

Outside the door, she paused, clutching her chest.

> Why does my heart race around him?

> Why do I want to hurt anyone else who gets too close to him?

> Why do I feel like he already belongs to me?

And in the mist she left behind, Grim closed his eyes again.

> That wasn't the Nebra I knew…

> But maybe she's becoming someone else.

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🌙 Scene Ends

Grim still doesn't trust her.

Nebra doesn't understand her obsession.

And neither of them know that fate is pulling them closer—again.

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