Scott had been looking for his ruby quartz glasses for nearly twenty minutes.

That alone was enough to put him in a mood.

They were never misplaced. Ever. Everyone at the mansion knew better than to touch them, and Scott himself always kept track of where they were. They weren’t just accessories someone could casually borrow. They were important. Necessary. The difference between comfort and being stuck in his visor all day.

So the fact that they were gone had him checking everywhere.

Nightstand. Bathroom counter. Desk drawer. Jacket pockets. Training room. Kitchen counters. Even places he knew made no sense, because by that point frustration had started doing the searching for him.

Nothing.

By the time he reached the kitchen, Scott was already halfway through planning a lecture for whoever had decided to mess with his things.

Then he stopped in the doorway.

There you were, completely unbothered.

Sitting at the kitchen island in one of the stools, legs tucked up comfortably beneath you, absentmindedly eating from a bowl while watching something on your phone. And perched on top of your head like they had every right to be there...

His ruby quartz glasses.

Just sitting in your hair.

Scott stared in silence for a long moment, arms crossing over his chest.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

He crossed his arms. “You wanna explain why you have my glasses?”

You glanced up slowly, completely unbothered.

Then reached up, touched the frames, and blinked like you’d forgotten they were there.

“Oh these?” you asked innocently. “Found them.”

Scott gave you a flat look. “In my room?”

“Technically.”

“Technically?”

You smiled and went back to your snack. “I found them in your room... then relocated them.”

He let out a slow breath through his nose, the one that meant he was trying very hard to remain patient.

“I’ve been looking for those everywhere.”