Bakugo With Glasses Novels & Stories

Koji opened his eyes. His head felt really heavy and dizzy. He saw his surrounding went devastated. He tried to take his glasses which were dropped near him. “This is bad, he took Rian away.” Koji sighed. He got up and he saw something strange on his glasses. Why were his glasses glowing red? As he remembered, he never changed the frame. He took them and a red little girl came out from the lens out of the blue. Koji was captivated seeing that girl who stared at him in wonder.

But since that was exactly what I needed to do, I couldn't really fault my bluntness. "Yes, I mind," the man said. He blinked. His icy blue eyes were framed with black glasses. Each arm was colored in vibrant ink. It even trailed up his neck a little bit on the left side. His hair was a light-absorbing dark color I couldn't really discern in the low light. Altogether though...he was beyond yummy and I was beginning to feel a little hungry. "Kiema!" Lukas snapped at me. I shook my head again. Narrowed my eyes at the man holding Lukas hostage. "You have magic." I looked at Lukas, gave him wide eyes.

"Now, stay still. The world is watching." Suddenly, the heavy metal door at the back of the room exploded. A wave of silver and blue fire blasted into the room. I shielded my eyes as the air filled with smoke and the smell of ozone. Through the haze, a figure stepped forward. It was Bryan. His gold-and-silver armor was cracked and peeling, showing his human skin underneath. His eyes were no longer solid gold; they were a stormy, electric brown. He held a long shard of the blue glass from the butterfly jar in his hand.

It was three against one and she had no choice but to automatically join. Getting there they just had to follow the trail of destruction from where it started. There was no point anymore. Just piece of land for miles covered in dirt and tiny pieces of rubble. Snow was dressed in crystal blue armor and his hair was in a braid. A braid meant just for war. Agira appeared beside him dressed in fur. A fur off-shoulder shirt that was shaped like an upside down triangle disappearing into a fur skirt with leggings into fur boots. His hair was left to fly. Victor was in leather not so different from his usual Tempan getup. Trousers, boots and a very long jacket, but his glasses were different. They w

Three long, jagged scars cut his face in half diagonally from one temple to the jaw. It changes your look. One eye is violet, in which the other is pure black. Goosebumps rise in my arms, despite the hot air. "Korin Iwasaki is awake," says the newcomer in a cold, distant tone of voice.

This was the first time Yoshiki came to this world and someone knocked on the door rather politely, wondering who the person responsible may be. Yoshiki walked up to the door and opened it. There standing behind it was a man, long black hair, one eye wearing an eye patch, and very tall, and next to him was a woman, black long hair, a straight elegant nose, almond blue eyes, Aria kade, cannon fodder 2.0.

As we packed up our rucksacks, ready to hit the road once more he quickly said. "Got you something." A brown paper bag landed in my hands. "What on earth…" I muttered as I opened the bag to find a pair of black sunglasses with mirrored lenses. "Can't see your eyes if we cross anyone while walking." I laughed at the simplicity of it. How clever of him to think of that, what an obvious way to avoid some suspicion. I beamed at him in gratitude as I put them on then put my hands on my hips in as cool a pose as I could muster.

I was right about her height, too. Without the boots, the human barely reached my chest. Do I have lube here in the stash? Dhagonit. I had to stop thinking about her. She reached out and picked up one of the cans, inspecting it. “Do you have inspectors? ” The inspectors were a type of glasses that allowed beings to read other languages. I had a set, though they were too big for her. Still, I turned and opened a drawer, pulling out the device. I had several glasses, since I had six eyes instead of two. I handed them to her.

When he entered the office, he unshadowed and pulled off his glasses to put in the contact lenses. "Are you ready?" he asked, blinking a few times to become accustomed to the strangeness of having something in his eyes. The lenses were clear glass so they didn't affect his sight. He was certain that had they been the real lenses that some humans required that his own vision would have adapted anyway. "Is this better?" Faraday nodded though Agony wasn't sure to which question he was answering. Perhaps it was both as he motioned him towards the wall on the right where there was now a plain white sheet.

“I just want to check if my woman is okay.” His woman. “I.. I’m okay. My goggles fell down, can you pick them?” I asked him, feeling goosebumps. Zayren’s sharp eyes flickered down to where they had fallen. He reached out, picking them up effortlessly, but the moment his gaze landed on the lenses, his brows furrowed. “The glass is broken,” he muttered, turning them slightly to inspect the damage. A pout tugged at my lips as I rubbed my eyes, feeling a pang of disappointment. They weren’t just goggles; they were special to me.