Black Clover: Imagination Magic

"It's a good day today," Sanny said with a stretch, getting out of bed, the sunlight streaming through his window.

Sanny Santos, the eldest of five siblings, had a routine. Every morning started with a smile, a bit of teasing, and, of course, the chaos his younger siblings brought to his room.

"Good morning, Kuya Sanny," his younger brother, Sam, greeted him with a calm, almost sleepy tone as he passed by the door.

"Good morning, Sam," Sanny replied, his voice bright as he began fixing his bed.

Sam Santos, the second eldest, was quiet but thoughtful, always the steady presence in the family.

Suddenly, the door burst open with a loud bang, startling both of them.

"Kuya! Let's play!" yelled Sid and Sal, barging into the room with uncontainable energy.

"Not right now," Sanny said with a playful grin as he stood up to inspect the door, feigning concern. "Hmm, you might've broken it," he teased, turning to face the two younger boys. "Looks like you'll need to be punished."

Sid and Sal froze, wide-eyed, knowing all too well what kind of 'punishments' their brother had in store. They tried to flee, but Sanny was faster, catching them by the back of their shirts. They looked up at him with pleading eyes.

"Alright, alright, I was just kidding," Sanny laughed, releasing them. They sighed in relief, but he quickly added, "But seriously, don't do it again. If you break the door, we'll all get scolded by Ma and Pa. Got it?"

The two boys nodded rapidly, and Sanny patted their heads, softening the moment. They beamed at their big brother's approval.

Sid Santos, the third eldest, and Sal Santos, the fourth, had boundless energy that often clashed with Sanny's need for order, but he loved them for it.

Just then, the youngest of the family, Sky, peeked in with a bright smile.

"Good morning, Kuya Sanny! How did you sleep?" she asked sweetly, noticing all her brothers gathered in the room.

"Pretty good," Sanny said with a chuckle. "I even dreamt about using magic, like exploding enemies into oblivion!" His eyes sparkled with excitement as he relived his dream.

Sky sighed dramatically, folding her arms. "Again with the explosions, Kuya? Don't you ever dream about anything normal? Like romance, maybe?"

"Of course I do!" Sanny replied with a grin. "I dream about 'her' all the time. She's always there with me."

Sam, ever the teaser, chimed in with a smirk. "Oh, really? And does that mean you're doing lewd stuff with her in these dreams, Kuya?"

Sanny's face turned crimson, imaginary smoke practically puffing out of his ears as he turned away, trying to dodge the question. His siblings, now fully entertained, smirked at his obvious embarrassment. With a sigh of defeat, he left the room, muttering to himself, ready to get on with the day.

Sky Santos, the youngest and only girl, was the glue that kept her brothers in check with her innocent yet sharp observations.

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After freshening up, Sanny made his way to the dining room, where he found his parents, Maria and Samuel Santos, already busy with their morning routine. His mother stood by the stove, frying hotdogs and rice, while his father set the table, both engaged in lighthearted conversation.

"Morning, Ma. Morning, Pa," Sanny greeted as he took his usual seat.

"Morning, anak," his mother called out without turning, focused on the sizzling pan.

His father gave him a nod and smile, continuing to arrange the plates. Soon, the rest of his siblings filed in, all taking their seats beside Sanny. Once everyone was settled, the family bowed their heads for a quick prayer before eating.

Though Sanny wasn't particularly religious, he respected his family's traditions. He didn't believe too much in a god, but he didn't dismiss the idea either—he preferred to remain neutral on the matter.

As they ate, the usual chatter filled the room. His parents asked the typical questions about his future—when was he going to find a wife? When would they get grandchildren? Sanny could only sigh, rolling his eyes good-naturedly. These conversations were never-ending, but they were part of family life.

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After breakfast, Sanny got ready to head out. Before leaving, he messed up his brothers' hair, gave Sky a warm hug, and did the customary mano gesture, showing respect to his parents. With a wave, he left the house.

As he walked down the familiar streets, he approached a crosswalk, stopping to check both ways. The traffic light turned green, and he stepped off the curb to cross.

Suddenly, without warning, a truck came barreling toward him at full speed. Sanny's heart raced as he instinctively dove to the side, barely dodging the massive vehicle. He landed hard on the pavement, breathless but alive.

"Holy crap, I dodged it!" he gasped, a surge of relief flooding through him.

But his relief was short-lived. In the next instant, a jeepney sped toward him from the opposite direction. There was no time to react. His body was still mid-motion from his previous dodge, and now he couldn't stop his momentum.

As the jeepney closed in, his life flashed before his eyes. His family. His friends. His peaceful, happy life. All of it. He wasn't supposed to be here—he had no tragic past, no unresolved trauma. He didn't fit the mold of someone who was meant to be isekai'd.

And yet, here he was, facing the end. As the jeepney came within inches of hitting him, he shouted in a desperate final act of defiance:

"FUCK YOU, TRUCK-KUN! AND YOU TOO, UNCLE JEEP!"

And with that, Sanny Santos' life came to an abrupt and ridiculous end.

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PS: Truck-kun strikes again. And this time, he brought Uncle Jeep with him.