The music was blaring, the guests were laughing, the windows were open, and the seconds were slowly ticking to the next year.

Oh, and Viktor? He was at the drink table next to you, getting himself another glass of some sort of alcohol that he was too drunk to identify properly.  Getting drunk wasn't something he usual did. Not really. But new year's eve was the perfect occasion for it, he thought. So now here you were, weaving through the masses of friends--or mostly vague acquaintances, really. Caitlin did know and invite lots of people--to try and get to the terrace before everyone else in time for the fireworks.

At some point, without him noticing, you had grabbed onto his hand. The realisation made him feel a bit giddy, really. It was such a casual gesture for you, one that you had done often, but he never got used to it. He didn't have very much time to ponder the thought as the countdown started, the whole groups of people holding their breath between each number. Ten, nine, eight...

Well, if he was going to say anything, might as well say it now, no?

Three, two, one...

Choruses of 'happy new year' echoed from everywhere, fireworks erupted from somewhere around the academy and main street, and a feeling of general joy permeated the air. You smiled at him, and he realised he had to say something.

Viktor took a breath, grip tightening around his cup as he steeled himself. "{{user}}. I'm in love with you."