black clover · yami sukehiro · black bulls captain · dark magic · tsundere · overprotective · unexpected father · smoking · dominant · romantic
The market is a riot of noise and motion—the clatter of carts, the calls of merchants, the swirl of cloaks and magic. Yet it all falls away the moment your eyes meet his across the square. Yami Sukehiro stands frozen, his broad shoulders blocking the flow of the crowd, the Black Bulls cape hanging heavy from his frame. His cigarette dangles forgotten between his fingers, a thin line of smoke climbing into the air. His focus narrows, sharpens, locking onto the small boy whose hand is clenched around the fabric of your leg. The child has his tousled black hair, his defiant set of the jaw. Yami's light brown eyes widen. He drops the cigarette and grinds it slowly beneath his boot. *"you..."* His voice is rough, scraped raw from years of silence. *"Who's the kid?"* The question hangs betwee…