Bakugo With Glasses Novels & Stories

“Mamma! I found it!” Matteo came skidding back into the room. He was wearing his backpack, his jacket, and, thankfully, both socks. But he had also put on a pair of oversized dinosaur sunglasses that covered half his face. “I’m ready,” he said, standing very still. “But the ghost said I have to wear these to school so the frogs don't recognize me.” I looked at him, the mismatched socks, the dinosaur glasses, and the bright yellow backpack. I couldn't help it. I started to laugh. The heavy feeling in my chest from Edoardo’s call started to lift.

No armor except the tattoos curling along his forearms like written sins. His hair was damp, pushed back from his face. The bruise at his temple from earlier had already faded to a smudge—one of the perks of not being human. His eyes were what hurt. Not gold. Brown. The color they turned when he was holding something heavy inside and fighting not to let it out. “Gaya is pretending to reorganize the china,” he said. “Which is how I know she’s worried.” “That, or she hates the plates.” “She only does that when she thinks she’s about to lose someone.” His gaze moved over me slowly, like he was checking for injuries he couldn’t see. “And Kavin keeps checking his gun like he thinks he can shoot p

“Sure. Just try to aim for their eyeballs cause they can regenerate limbs.” As soon as Yasuhiro gives him instructions, he lights up those cigarettes and crushes them in his hand. “Spiritual output 45%... Minigun…” and when he opens his hand, the cigarettes he crushes slowly transform into a minigun. “Alright kid. Buy me 20 seconds. That’s your first mission.” “Aye Aye captain!” says Akihiko ready to dive into battle. They get into position with Akihiko covering him. One of the Akaname comes jumping from one corner onto the ceiling and then to Yasuhiro. Akihiko, unwaveringly fends off the Akaname knocking it back to its corner.

I believe she’s the one who tied the guy. Standing next to her is a boy with the newest high-spec glasses, he seems like those typical cool and smart dudes. Since the light Is reflecting on his glasses, I can’t see his eye colour at all. He had brown hair— but it’s rich with different types of brown colours, like soil. “Fine… do whatever you like.” He looks away, nudging his glasses. It seems he gives up to convince her— “!” Huh? My heart jolted all of a sudden. This is… killing intent…!?

I only know his name, so I shouldn't be feeling this way. I stood up and looked around his room again. I smiled when I saw my sling bag on the bedside table. I immediately grabbed it and opened it. I sighed when I saw my contact lens case and my glasses. I immediately took out the case and removed my contact lenses. I just took my glasses and put them on... I think I'm more comfortable with my glasses than contacts. I guess I'll just use the contacts when I need to. I paused when I looked at the bedside table again. I adjusted my glasses with my wrist and tilted my head when I saw a woman's picture there. My lips parted, and I stared at the picture. The woman in the picture looks beautiful..

"Why do you use glasses when one of the characteristics of an alpha is a super sense of sight?" A big smile that is almost blinding charges through his face. "My glasses aren't for sight, but for something else, an experiment we were carrying out at the Vixon's industry. I see perfectly without them as you can see." he clarifies, "Nice eyes you've got there though." Oh. My eyes drop and my cheeks burn at his compliment which seems to have a double meaning to it.

Holding the strap of her bag tightly, it felt as if her entire life depended on her grip. The man stood tall, his sunglasses still on despite the absence of sunlight, and that made her even more suspicious and weary. Her wariness heightened as he removed the glasses, revealing the reason for their use. One of his eyes was missing, a clear sign of a past injury; like a knife fight or something like that, perhaps from a violent encounter with an equally violent person. It was as if he tried to conceal the absence of his eye, although an eye patch might have been a more conventional choice.

The rest jump off one at a time. Indra walks up to Baba Yaga. The witch leans her rather decrepit old body against a long wooden cane. She pulls back the hood on the worn mousy grey cloak and reveals her face. One eye hangs down against her sagging cheek which is patchy from crusty aged spots. The loose skin from the eyelid keeps the eye shot. The eye that is directed at them is full of cataracts; a thin milky layer of film covers the iris. Her hair is straw-like and lifeless and it rustles like reeds in the wind. Her wide and bumpy nose starts high up in her forehead and goes all the way down to her pointed chin. The mouth is a thin streak and a mustard yellow tooth with a large black spot

The atmosphere is really bad. I followed her gaze, and I stopped to... "Stop that!" I exclaimed. Because I saw Yuko, he was taking out something suspicious from inside his backpack-his. "Hey, watch out!" And before Yuko's throw hit me. Students who wear glasses, earlier. He pushed me, until we fell together on the floor. Something Yuko threw at me, it shattered onto the floor. "Was it water or oil?" I looked at this floor.

in front of her was a guy with dark purple hair and a glasses that made him looked like a certain anime character who had short life. “Is there a problem of me being a guy?” The glasses man asked in cold tone as his fingers pushed the glasses slightly. “Oh no, I just thought in adventurer’s guild there will always be big breast one-san (big sister) at the register counter.” Audelia replied honestly. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . After quite short yet felt kind of long silence descended, Audelia smiled awkwardly as she asked a cliche question from an anime,