Bakugo With Glasses Novels & Stories

My lungs refused to function. Standing about ten feet away, surrounded by a faint, swirling aura of hot silver sparks and golden fire, was... me. An exact, literal carbon copy of myself. He had the same messy dark hair, the same grey sweatpants, the same scuffed boots. But his eyes,,, his eyes weren't normal. They glowed with an intense, terrifying mixture of Fenrir's silver and Daekan's gold, bleeding together like molten metal poured into the same crucible.

she says, “but I am not a monster.” He rips off his glasses, revealing the hollowed, sealed socket where one eye used to be. “Well, I am. And if you’re going to leave, then leave right now. Or shut the hell up through the rest of my conversation with Knox.” He turns and limps back toward the camera, glasses still clutched in one hand. His face is fully visible now. Though his eye seems focused, I can tell the rest of him is unsteady. Serena got to him, if only a little.

He even has a bag attached. "Von?" It seems that cousin Azariah did not recognize it either. It seemed to study the young man's appearance even more. "Is that you?" "Ah. Yes. My graded contact lens broke so I was forced to use my old glasses." He smiled, causing dimples to appear on both cheeks. "That's fine. We just changed a little with you. Right, guys?" Azariah asked them. Ali and I held hands. I noticed that Von was looking at me so I smiled when our eyes met.

I bowed my head, covered my ears with my hands, and just accepted my fate tonight. "Man... What are you doing here? Wait... Astherielle, is that you?" There was shock and concern in his voice. His voice reached my ears even though they were covered. My eyes widened and looked up at his beautiful and waiting eyes. They are very different from clear vision, without eyeglasses, shades, or any covering or blurring of the eyes. Even though I was obsessed with it, dizzy with the fighting feeling, I was still forced to open the bag and fumbled with the handcuffs and rope in the pocket I put them in.

I look in his direction and I see him look away while adjusting his glasses. "Do you need them?" I hear myself ask. "This?" He asks as he adjusts his glasses again. I nod. "Yes," he says and keeps his head down. "Wow!" I say. "I've never seen a werewolf who needs glasses before." "Sorry to disappoint." I shake my head, "I am not disappointed. I am just wondering how it works. What exactly is wrong with your sight?" "Hyperopia," he says and looks to Bennie. I frown, "What?"

I made a point to look away. With my pupils finally adjusting to the light, I could finally see him fully again. And I was taken aback by how different he looked from the day he came to destroy mine and my brother's life. He was wearing a thin but heavily decorated shirt across his bulking muscles, lines, and twines of gold enriching his status as they shined with the same vibrance his eyes did. His long legs were covered in ripped black jeans that hugged his thighs. Alpha Morax was tall, at least 6'3. His face was clean-shaven and his brows were fierce as they stared down at me.

Lu's smile made his face look brighter as he tapped Ugo's shoulder. "You have a lot of tasks ahead of you" he announced to him "Make sure to watch otherss well and do not forget to watchh your back for the bad men" About seven minutes after Ugo had left, a sly looking young man arrived, he looks like he is in his early twenties or not even up to twenty yet. A weird-looking eyeglass covered the rare color of his brown eyes. His smile look cute and breathe making him look like a Disney prince, his hair didn't make it fair as it had brown natural curls that hung right above his eyes.

As they entered they noticed that a girl of shining purple hair, was flying in the purple-black sky, joined with a small boy who was having a white aura around him. But as they looked in front of them, they saw a quite muscly student, tan brown with his shining green eyes was watching the match which was going on between two students, as one of them was wearing his school uniform and having a sword of blue colour shining in his hands, whistle there was another guy with a sly smile. The guy had his hair falling to one side, as his blue stands got mixed up with a few red ones. He smirked at the poor boy who had small cuts all over his face, arms, legs, torso and where not. Gabriel gasped at th

Below it, another name. RENJI MORI. Hayate closed his eyes. The lamp at the end of the room flickered. A man stepped from behind the cages. Thin. Grey-haired. One side of his face pulled tight by burn scars. He held a chain in one hand. At the end of it knelt a boy no older than twelve. The boy looked up. Same dark eyes as Hayate. Same scar through the left brow. Hayate made a sound I had never heard from him before.

2000s pop music played softly through the store's speakers, and it felt like the soundtrack to our story was starting to write itself. Peter grabbed my hand and pulled me straight to the accessories section with his mischievous smile. “Look at this!” He picked up a pair of huge glasses, with round lenses and neon-colored frames. He put it on his face and made an exaggerated pose, as if he were a supermodel. “Perfect for a futuristic look, right?” I laughed and picked up another pair of glasses, only now they were heart-shaped frames. I put them on my face and looked at him with a smile. "Now yes! We are ready to dominate the world!”