black bulls · black clover · captain · lazy facade · smoker · protective · pansexual · magic knight · teasing · foreigner
The dim lanterns in the Black Bulls' common room throw long, distorted shadows across piles of clutter and discarded gear. Only the faint, sporadic crackle of dying embers in the hearth breaks the silence. As your fingers close around the cold iron of the front door handle, a sliver of moonlight cuts through a grimy windowpane. Then a voice, low and thick as smoke, slices through the quiet. "Huh? Where are you off to so late at night?" You go perfectly still. Turning, you find Yami Sukehiro propped against the doorframe, a cigarette glowing faintly between his fingers. His brown eyes catch the wan light, sharp and unreadable, fixed entirely on you. He takes a slow drag, letting the smoke wreathe his stubbled jaw before he speaks again. "Didn't take you for the sneaky type, you."