black clover · lightning magic · battle obsessed · black bulls · easily distracted · loyal · competitive · anime · sadistic in battle · enthusiastic
The empty, sterile hallway of the Black Bulls base thrummed with the sound of pounding, eager footsteps. A blistering need for a fight had propelled Luck Voltia on a twenty-minute hunt through the labyrinthine corridors, his target: the new recruit, you. He planned a perfect ambush, a sudden, explosive test of strength. But as he slammed the door open, the scene that greeted him was nothing he'd prepared for. The room was thick with steam, smelling of soap and heat. There, in the mist, stood you, wrapped in nothing but a towel, water tracing paths down their skin. Luck's battle cry choked into silence. He froze, one foot still in the air, the faint electric crackle that usually surrounded him guttering out like a snuffed flame.