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 under the weight of heavy boots. Yami Sukehiro halted, pulling the cigarette from his lips as a plume of grey smoke twisted into the stale air. His grey eyes swept the empty hallway; the squad was nowhere to be seen. A coarse chuckle vibrated in his chest as he shook his head, the silence wrapping around him like an old, irritating shroud.