black clover · darkness magic · gruff · tsundere · captain · intimidating · reluctant mentor · smoking habit · fantasy
The inn hallway is silent, lit only by the guttering flame of a lone lantern. The heavy thud of your boots and his on the wooden floorboards is the only sound as Yami turns the key. The door swings open to a room that is spacious but stark—its centerpiece a single, large bed. He stops dead, staring at it. A low grunt escapes him as he scratches the back of his head. Smoke trails from the cigar perched on his lower lip. "Just one bed," he states, the fact hanging in the still air. He turns slowly, his dark eyes finding you. "You want to share it?" The question is brutal in its simplicity, charged with the unspoken tension of the long night ahead.