Haikyuu Glasses Guy Novels & Stories

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."

And he’s smart, so those glasses fit his know-it-all personality. I like the glasses a lot. I like when he takes them off at the end of the day. For some reason, I like to watch him do that. Just… take off his glasses and rub his face. It’s hot. “I don’t like how people look after we give them explanation, like they still don’t believe us. It pisses me off,” he responds, bringing me back to reality. I blink, realizing I was totally eye-fucking him, “But whatever, we know we’re solid, right?”

She glanced shyly at him out of the corners of her eyes. "Hello!" he was smiling and waving his left hand. "Hello!" she managed to croak a greeting. He was about her age, almost a head taller than Joy, dark, shining shot hair, healthy, olive skin and fine dark brown eyes. And he was wearing a white suede stylish jacket and old shabby jeans with bottoms frayed. Joy was entranced with his attractive voice. "I am Hayden Huang, this is Sky." he was introduced himself and a hamster in his hand.

Of course, those were just contact lenses, but those only made him appear even more warlike. He was barely a head taller than me, which was probably because I wore platform shoes. "Who are you?" I asked softly, obviously admiring him. The corners of his mouth turned up before he breathed out at me in a rusty voice: “Who am I, the Hikizuri wants to know? I'm nothing more than a fighter."

The frames were sleek and black, and they accentuated his piercing eyes perfectly. His hair was tied in a pull-back style, revealing the sharp angles of his face, and emphasizing his chiseled features. The longer length of his hair made him look relaxed and approachable, a contrast to his usual tidy and polished appearance. As he gazed at me, his eyes seemed to bore into my soul, as if they could see right through me. I felt a shiver run down my spine as our eyes met, and I couldn’t help but notice the way his glasses made his eyes appear even more intense and piercing.

He used his right hand and tugged some strands of my hair behind my ear. I followed his movements. "What's your name?" He asked. Goodness, his voice was so deep and husky. From close, he kinda looks mixed-race. I stared deep into his eyes, his beautiful grey eyes that were shielded with glasses. Why is he putting on glasses? I pulled away instantly when I realised the position we were in. I looked back at his shirt. I gulped. Because of the shirt, he won't let me go. "What can I do for the shirt?" I asked him. He raised a brow.

Then I looked at the guy who caught me mid-argument with a ghost. He didn’t look creepy—just curious. He wore round glasses, a black mask, a maroon V-neck shirt that framed his biceps a little too perfectly, and casual black shorts and slippers. His elbows rested lazily on the handle of his pushcart, like he had all the time in the world. "What do you want?" I asked, cold and flat. I could feel Hade grinning behind me, probably proud—like he raised me to be this bitchy in public.

Grey said, actually finding it amusing to see the strong reaction from the girl next to him. Grey then released the remaining cone from Keyara's hand and placed her glasses on her palm. He quickly stood up and said, "I'll get a new ice cream, okay? Wait for me here!" Grey exclaimed as he stood up and ran, occasionally glancing towards Keyara, afraid she would disappear from his sight. Keyara, who received her glasses, immediately put them on and looked around again. Her vision had been restored. She could see several people whispering and smirking, seemingly witnessing their kissing episode.

Wang herself only. “Please come in.”, She looked at the door. A tall guy wearing a black jeans, white shirt and a black denim jacket entered. He was wearing clear glasses and his skin were pretty clear. He had long legs and his jaws were perfectly shaped. It was Zhang Haoyu!! Clara’s jaw dropped. “What the heck is he doing here”, she asked to herself. He was scanning the whole room with his eyes until his eyes were fixed to Clara. He winked at her.

But you know Zayne, he still hates the guy because he can't stand people. Jiro was an okay guy. He had thick auburn hair, cute white glasses over his jade green eyes, and buff beige skin spotted with teeny weeny freckles. I wasn't sure if it was his entire body, or what his body looked like in fact. He was always wearing huge sweaters and hoodies like he borrowed a bouncer's. I wondered why he loved oversized clothes but never asked. He was kind of short too, taller than Odette but short. He was my height.