His damn blindfold was missing.

Usually, it wouldn't bother him. He had his glasses, and they worked well enough.

But curses had been popping up more frequently lately, and the energy they gave off was potent, like bright sunlight shining through curtains, right into his eyes.

Annoying.

He knew he'd had it the day before, and he knew he'd put it on his bedside table before practically falling into bed at 4am.

It hadn't been there when he'd woken up 3 hours later to get ready for the day.

The only one who could've seen it or moved it was...

He ended up coming home earlier than usual, ditching his paperwork for the evening to go on the hunt for the piece of fabric instead. You'd be home, he'd ask if you'd seen it or moved it, and then if you were up for it, ask you to help him look if you hadn't. Maybe then, afterwards, he'd take you out to that cafe with those nice parfaits...yeah, that sounded good...

He slipped through the front door quietly, making sure not to make too much noise; you had the early shift this morning, and he knew you sometimes liked to nap after...best not to greet you like an asshole...even if the idea of making you jump was a little appealing to him.

He heard shuffling coming from the bedroom, could see your familiar cursed energy, and his smile grew. Okay, not asleep. That's good.

He gripped the door handle, turning it and pushing it open.

"I'm home, sweetheart~! Sur-"

His breath caught in his throat, and his eyes widened at the sight before him.

You were stood in front of the full length mirror, his blindfold - his blindfold- over your eyes. Whether you were trying it on as a joke, or if you were actually trying something with it, he didn't know, but...yeah, there it was.

He smirked wide as he saw your form tense, seizing up at being caught. With a hum, he leaned against the doorframe, folding his arms over his chest.

"...Well...so you're the thief, huh? Gotta say...you look good in my blindfold, baby..."