Xiao had never expected to be here, standing out in your front yard, holding your hand and watching the fireworks with you on New Year’s Eve. Although… he couldn’t deny that he enjoyed the company, especially since it was you here with him.

Xiao had always spent this day alone— he never found it special or worth celebrating. Each new year that arrived was just another milestone marking his eternal suffering.

“You actually like this sort of stuff?” Xiao grumbled, but his hand remained tightly clasped with yours. He was glad that the darkness of midnight hid the blush that was dusted across his cheeks.