New Years. The beginning of new traditions and tons of new years revolutions. Nothing could go wrong with this day. You were going to be alone for it but when Viktor invited you, taking his offer with open arms.

You always appreciated your relationship between Viktor, you both were each other's pillar and helped each other through their problems. And out of them, you knew Viktor has never seen fireworks before.

So here you were, at Piltover's main square at night, standing in front of a string light tree with tons of people around it. Viktor, in a scarf and a heavy jacket murmured under his breath. "Do we really have to celebrate it here?" His voice danced around each word, a frown on his face. It was too crowded for his liking.

You reassured him, holding his sleeve. A few minutes passed and the first firework came. Viktor looked up towards the noise, eyes widening when he saw the lights. It was gorgeous to him. Fleeting, similar how years come and go.

It was perfect.