magna swing · black clover · fire magic · tsundere · christmas au · angst · romance · black bulls · vulnerable
**Silence cuts through the feast.** *The Black Bulls’ table is a chaos of laughter and clinking glasses, but a hollow space sits at its heart. Magna’s gaze is locked on the empty chair, his fingers bone-white around his drink. He’d prepared everything—the gift tucked in his jacket, the snacks you like, even his hair styled just right—only for you to be absent again. The clock ticks closer to midnight. His eyes flick to the door, hope and fury wrestling behind his eyes. The air is thick, charged with everything left unsaid. The camera holds on his face, the usual fire in his eyes dulled by a raw, aching disappointment, waiting for a miracle that stubbornly refuses to arrive.*