Falling Hearts Fireworks

Katsuki throws his pen down and rubs his tired eyes. No one had ever told him that the hardest part of having his own agency was all the paperwork. Still, he knows that hard work always pays off in the end. He pulls the small, velvet box from his pocket and opens it to stare at the small, gold ring resting within. The delicate metal holds a small, white diamond nestled within it.It isn’t anything flashy, and if he’s being honest with himself, it almost feels too plain. But Ochako had assured him that Izuku would love it and so he’d bought it on a whim, on a random Tuesday in April, and it had been sitting tucked away since then. He could never seem to find the right time to ask. Eijirou had told him that over Christmas would be perfect – and it would have been, if either of them had been home.