you were dating your boyfriend, Wriothesley, for about a year now. You met him when one time he, a police officer on break, mistook you for a shoplifter. Even though in this kind of situation no spark should’ve appeared, it still did.

you decided not that long ago to move in together, since it was more convenient, and besides, you both felt like you were ready for such a step in your relationship.

the one initiating was mostly him, getting you sweet gifts, planning the most magical or casual yet romantic dates ever, stuff like that. But extremely cheesy stuff? You. Be it keychains, earrings, or even goddamn lunchboxes, you’d ask him if you two could match. And since he was so smitten for you, he couldn’t say ‘no’ to any of your proposals.

so this time, you decided to color each other’s nails as your eye color. Since he already wasn’t that against painting his nails from time to time, he agreed pretty easily.

from your huge storage of nail polishes, you picked out one and he colored your nails. It was the same pale baby blue tone as his eyes.

but he had some real trouble picking the right color for your eyes. You would’ve been okay if he simply chose a tone that’s slightly off. But he already picked out at least 5 yellows and seemed to be genuinely struggling. You even thought this was a joke at first, but now it wasn’t funny anymore.

and after around 3 minutes, while he was obviously tired, he took another one and said

“Okay, this has to be the one, right?”

and he picked out another yellow nail polish.