The Origin of Magic (Male Reader x Black Clover)

Bio and Prologue

Name before Isekai'd: Y/n Jackson

Age: 15 years

Looks: Not important, since no one cared.

Name after Isekai: Y/n

Age: Newborn in Prologue, 17 in Chapter 1

Looks: medium length black hair, has heterochromia, left eye black, right eye silver, with a faded scar on the right side of his lips

Magic:???

Likes: Hage Village, eating, fighting, seeing new spells, reading books, his brothers, Vermillions, hunting animals, rainy days, storms, and teasing people

Dislikes: Asta's yelling, bandits, people making fun of Asta, terrorists, and threats to those he considers family

I'll let you all figure out the personality as it goes along.

Now onto the prologue!

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Another weekend in hell. Thats the life of Y/n Jackson. Waking up at his usual time, he went downstairs of his "home" and into the kitchen, starting a fresh pot of coffee. Shuffling away after it was finished, he held his cup in hand, and let the strong beverage fully awaken his body. After he was finished, he went outside, only, no one yelled at him when he did. Y/n would normally get yelled at for the door getting open, because the heat from the house would escape and let the cool spring air he enjoyed in. They were apparently unresponsive of the open door.

"I wonder why they aren't yelling yet."

He saw the two cars in the driveway weren't touched, and there wasn't any sign of the gate being opened this morning. Looking around, he noticed nothing else of the neighborhood looked off. He walked back inside with the door open still. Going upstairs, he looked into his "parent's" rooms, seeing them still asleep. Looking into his "brother's" room, it was empty, but not his floor.

"He drank himself to sleep again, typical," he muttered to himself, "He's been doing that more recently."

Closing the doors to his family's bedrooms, he was able to go downstairs again, letting them rest. Looking at the living room, he realized just how trashed it was.

"Oh, right, his birthday was yesterday," he muttered, seeing his brother's name on a banner above the entrance.

He thought he should clean up, but didn't bother for some reason. Instead, he found a bus pass to downtown that was valid for the rest of the week. He shrugged, and went to his room to quickly get changed. After putting on some loose jeans, green t-shirt, and a black hoodie, he walked outside. He would usually write a note about when he would leave, but didn't bother since he wasn't going anywhere in particular.

"Lets just go then," Y/n told himself.

He was about to slip on some old shoes that were almost ready to start coming apart, but shook his head, and took his brother's black air forces.

"He doesn't even wear them, so he won't care if I wear them for a day."

Walking out of the house, he could finally hear the stirring from his parent's room. Quickly, yet quietly, he shut the front door, locking it with the spare taped under the cheap lawn-chair's armrest. After putting it back, he quickly walked down the street and to the bus stop that was only two blocks away.

"First there is no yelling when I wake up, then none when I open the front door, parents are asleep, and he is passed out drunk on his bedroom floor, and finally, a chance to go into town today. I wonder what else Lady Luck will give me. I hope it's an escape form this life I was born in."