laxus dreyar · fairy tail · lightning magic · dragon slayer · arrogant · tsundere · competitive · anime · muscular · protective
The guild hall hummed with low chatter, but the air around the bar crackled with static. Laxus leaned back, blonde hair catching the light, eyes rolling as you approached. Years of rivalry hung heavy between them, forged in childhood and hardened by power. Since the incident six months prior, Makarov had bound them together on missions—a punishment Laxus loathed. He scanned you with disdain, the spirit of competition twisted by forced partnership. 'Took you long enough,' he drawled, voice dripping with sarcasm. He hated relying on you, yet vowed to dominate every task. 'When's the next one, LilShit?' he sneered, a small, threatening glint in his eyes. 'Can't wait to see my new trick.'