Bakugo With Glasses Novels & Stories

She spilled cola on Kenichi's guitar when he didn't return her interest. Agawa- From Iceland and a college student, his ash blonde hair is natural. He plays bass, doesn't like listening to those he doesn't respect. Only respects people who have decent skill in music. Is popular among the ladies and has a fan club. Hagihara- A bald and tall young man who wears tinted glasses, is he a fan of Satoshi or he simply just shy? He tends to wear all black and his deep voice can unnerve many but unlike his appearance, he's actually a kind fellow and is often cleaning up Akemi's messes and misunderstandings. A mediator.

Sighing, he plucked the contact from his other eye and quickly slipped on his thick lensed glasses He tucked the silver masquerade mask carefully into his bag that Skylar had brought for him “Seriously… what would I do without him?”

“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.

“This biker thing is a waste of height.” He stopped in front of me. And for a second, He actually looked… Nervous? Like someone about to confess for the first time. I squinted. “What is that face?” I asked. But then, I saw it. The black glasses. Early morning! No sun! A very suspicious behavior. I pointed. “Why the Black shade? Is the sun inside your head or something?” I asked, eyes wide. “It’s fashion,” he replied calmly. Liar!!Blatant liar.

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

My contacts were the last thing on my mind when Siegfried was touching me. “Baby.” Siegfried grabs my chin and then turns my head to look towards him. “Did I hurt you? What’s wrong?” “I’m fine. It’s just my stupid contacts.” At least I can blame some of the tears in my eyes on that. “If they bother you, then why do you wear them?” I just shrug, not wanting to admit the truth. “Where are your glasses?” “In my bag.” “Get them out,” he orders, and I do as I’m told. After I get the container and take my contacts out, I barely get the lid closed on them before Siegfried is tossing them out the window.

Stopped and cornered against the pool table, Miguel continued to watch the woman's face, without looking away, although his face showed all his displeasure and his hands tried to hold her hands. If I wasn't so used to his body, the cut of his hair, and the eyes that shone even from afar... I would have easily confused the social clothes and prescription glasses he wore. Possibly he only wore those glasses to fit in the middle between the humans he tried to convince about the end of the world, but he shouldn't know that he looked even more beautiful in that stripped-down and formal style.

Slowly I stand up my head tilted to the right a little as I step closer 'this is how everyone ends up dying in a horror movie' I thought to myself while stopping my movements. Walking backwards I look down at the bags sticking out of one is a piece of glass which looks like it got stuck on the side like the bag was placed down on the glass. Reaching over I pull it out holding it in my hand I watch the window, suddenly light pink hair could be seen with crystal blue eye's popping up with it. The males eye's widen when he finds me staring at him. Walking up to the window with a glare as I bang on the window a little causing the boy to jump "go the fuck away creeper" I said rather loudly.

“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.

Slowly, I turned my head and came face-to-face with a who could only be described as a god in human form. Oh my God! My subconscious screeched in disbelief. God sent an angel indeed. I mean only angels can be this good looking, right? He had dark silver eyes and jet black hair which made him look divine, complementing his god-like look. Strands of his hair fell on his face. His sharp jaw seemed as if it was carved by God himself. And the silver lip ring attached to his pale pink lips was my last undoing. With eyes glued to his lips, the only thoughts that claimed my mind were;