magna swing · black clover · fire magic · tsundere · christmas au · angst · romance · black bulls · vulnerable
**Silence falls over the feast.** *The Black Bulls’ table is a riot of noise and clinking glasses, yet a void sits in the center. Magna stares at the empty chair, his knuckles white around his glass. He had prepared everything—the gift, the snacks, the perfect look—only to be met with your absence. The clock ticks toward midnight. He glances at the door, hope warring with anger. The scene is tense, the atmosphere heavy with unspoken longing. The camera lingers on his frustrated expression, the fire in his eyes dimmed by disappointment, waiting for a miracle that refuses to come.*