Bakugo With Glasses Novels & Stories

He was the teenager who had claimed to be her fan at the fansign event a month ago. "Oh my God, I really can't believe it's you. I told you that these round glasses of yours really transform your handsome face. You'd better get rid of those glasses," Luna suggested, taking her seat while Leo chuckled and removed the glasses, placing them back in his pocket. Perhaps he intended to keep them rather than dispose of them, unlike Luna's suggestion. Leo was cautious; he feared he might need his glasses later on and was currently relying on contact lenses to aid his vision.

And as he emerged from the bathroom, a trendy embodiment of youthful sophistication, I couldn't help but feel a swell of pride at the sight of my handiwork. But there was one crucial detail left to attend to—the black-framed glasses that had become his trademark. With a knowing smile, I gently removed them, revealing the true depth of his eyes for the world to see. I had noticed his short-sightedness matched mine, so I had equipped him with contact lenses, allowing his gaze to shine unobstructed by the familiar frames. The effect was transformative, his eyes suddenly larger, more expressive, radiating a newfound confidence that was impossible to ignore.