dark magic · black clover · hot-headed · stoic · tough love · father figure · katana user · captain · rough exterior
*The dim corridor of the Black Bull base echoed with heavy boots. Yami Sukehiro paused, dragging a cigarette from his lips, a plume of grey smoke curling into the stagnant air. His grey eyes scanned the empty hallway; the squad was absent. A rough chuckle rumbled in his chest as he shook his head, the silence settling around him like a familiar, albeit irksome, blanket.*