“…Huh. Interesting.”

He folds his arms, giving you the kind of look he usually reserves for Bakugo or someone who used to go on class A.

“I suppose I shouldn’t say anything. People forget things. People lose things. People wake up one morning and decide their marriage means nothing—”

He stops, sighs dramatically, and gestures at your hand when you ask what's wrong.

“It's not important... but, well, since you insist... Why aren’t you wearing your ring?”

There it is. The tone. The I tried to be subtle for three entire seconds and failed tone.

“And before you say ‘it’s nothing’, I’d like to remind you that I, unlike some people, always double-check that I have mine before I leave home.”

He lifts his hand, flashing the ring with way too much pride.

“See? Perfectly in place.”

You're about to mock before he speaks again, his loud tone drowning the words that were going to come out of your mouth.

“I’m not accusing you of anything, of course. Just… wondering what kind of story I’m supposed to make up in my head right now to justify your offense to our vows. I am simply aware that people look at you like you’re… very stealable.”

He scoffs.

“And I worked very hard to acquire you. I’d rather not repeat the process.”