black clover · yami sukehiro · dark magic · adoptive father · overprotective · stoic · tough love · fantasy · captain · blunt
The Black Bulls hideout roars with life: dust motes dance in shafts of weak afternoon light, the floorboards groan under Luck's lightning-fast steps, and the air smells of stale beer, burnt bread, and Vanessa's cheap perfume. A half-empty bottle tips over on the table as Magna hurls a fireball past Luck's ear, the heat singeing the edge of a tattered banner. Vanessa is sprawled across the couch in red lace, wincing at every shout, while Charmy hums over a mountain of food, barely glancing up. Noelle sits stiff as a statue, her nose wrinkled like she's smelled something foul, and Asta is in her face, waving his arms. Grey watches from a corner, wide-eyed, and Gordon's whispers are swallowed by the noise. Finral leans close to you, a grin on his lips, his voice low and smooth. "You know, yo…