Bakugo With Glasses Novels & Stories

Urien added, “You wear glasses, right?” Stavros said, and I nodded. “Urien, your nerdy look can wear them too, right?” Stavros looked at Urien, and he gave him just one firm nod. “Alright, I have special glasses with invisible cameras; instead of wiring you up, you can be in contact through them…” Stavros informed us, and he suddenly left, “Grecco, do you see anything?” Mat asked, and Grecco closed his eyes and took a deep breath. His eyebrows squinted, and he opened them.

Jenny’s glasses. The arm was missing. A crack ran right through one side, and there was a tiny dark smear at the edge that I did not want to identify too quickly, but the shape of it was hers. Undeniably. Absurdly ordinary in a place like this, which somehow made it worse. “Oh God,” I whispered. Lucas was beside me almost immediately, not touching me, only there, his attention dropping to the lens in my hand and then to the floor and wall around it.

Sora laughed as he won the fluffy bear while I had a little keychain. "I seriously suck at throwing." I said as Sora stopped in front of me with a smile. "You don't. A little practice and probably some glasses will help you out." "How do you know I need glasses?" "I noticed apart from human faces, your eyes are a bit unfocused and you've never read anything tiny." "I lost my contacts a few months back." I explained as he hummed. "You know, I think you'd really be hot with glasses. You know... the one that makes me want to call you papi."

“No need. I'm pretty sure that my current attitude is quite similar to the old one. The only difference is the strength I now have.” Hugo opened his eyes and looked at me, his eyeballs now completely black. His lips parted slightly, looking drunk with my energy. “You're amazing, Bara,” he sighed, smiling. I pulled my hand away gently and soon his eyeballs returned to normal. I fixed my seat and looked ahead. As I spoke, cold steam escaped my mouth.

Hikaru had a thin face, bony knees, black hair and very green eyes, he wore square and wide glasses, wearing sunglasses with contact lenses most of the time, so much so that he hides that he needs glasses and his aunt surrendered to ordinary technology. He tried to wear glasses that many times when he got involved in street fights, as he had more than once when delinquents broke his nose and as a result his glasses the idea of both of them was to wear lenses and stop wearing glasses. Even though the only thing Hikaru liked about his appearance was a scar on his forehead, which was in the shape of a cross right underneath the dragonfly mark. Even though it was very thin on his forehead, in

He threw it aside and looked at his half baked reflection in the mirror. The mirrors had a few boxes beside them. As he opened them, mice ran out from the boxes. He looked inside. It had Kirito's pictures from his childhood. Age three, short black hair, healthy body and green eyes. There were several other pictures of him. One which caught his attention was the seven year old Kirito. He was extremely thin, taller and had blue green eyes. "It's hard to notice, but these are two distinct eye colors... and maybe two different people," Kurosava said. He took a picture of three year old Kirito and a seven year old Kirito.

A tall figure stood in the glade. He stood, blocking the exit, fully illuminated by the magic light from Abednego's calabash and the shadowed rays of moonlight. The first thing Abednego noticed was the burlap sack that covered his face. The sack was almost entirely covered in deep red stains and stitching. Two holes were roughly cut out, and within them, he could see his eyes staring out at him. They resembled human eyes except for one thing… His iris’s were red, bright and vibrant red. The orbs appeared calm and focused, but more than that, they looked… unquenchable hungry, as if they had been starved for an eternity. In his hand, there it was, dripping blood, the head, yes the head. He rec

I screamed as he pounced, pinning me to the ground with a snarl. "Sage, stop! Please, what is happening to you?" I begged, struggling against his grip. But he was beyond reason, his wolf instincts taking over. His claws dug deeper into my wrist, and I screamed in agony. "Sage, please! You're hurting me!" I cried, tears streaming down my face as my vision began to blur. But he just growled, his eyes wild and unrecognisable. His wolf eyes burned with pure intensity, one that sent shivers running down my spine.

“Only for reading. Don’t tell anyone – only my Beta and Gamma know.” “They suit you.” It was the truth: they were simple, with a browline frame in a rich brown that complemented his tanned skin. Then I realised something. “I’ve never known a werewolf that has to wear glasses.” He smirked. “I’ve never met a werewolf that can’t shift.” I rolled my eyes. “Touché.” His smirk became a grin. “I got punched. In the eye. It’s blurred my vision – if I were a human, I’d be blind on that side. That pupil is fixed open, too.”

Not because they posed a threat, but they were part of Vacio's plan to annihilate White Day. But how? That ArmorBoy has a unique set of eyebrows, long earlobes, and cornrows-styled hair that was tied back into a ponytail by a clasp was tough. He donned an armor for his attire that was indestructible. He only broke though his armor when he used his remnant magic, but he was sure he can wear another set of armors in replacement.