Haikyuu Glasses Guy Novels & Stories

There were lights everywhere, blue, green, red. A skinny young man sat at the back, in front of a large screen. His eyes were sharp, his fingers moving fast across his keyboard. He wore a hoodie even though it was warm inside. He didn’t look up when we walked in. “This him?” I asked Marcus quietly. “Yeah,” Marcus replied. “Name’s Jay, he is weird but good.” I stepped forward. “Jay,” I said. The guy finally looked up. He had glasses, and his face was pale like he hadn’t seen the sun in days.

"I am Yukon, by the way. And just for the record... still Taiwanese." "I know, I know! God, don't remind me," I groaned, hiding my face in my ring clad hands while Hailey laughed. I moved away from the bar to save the last of my dignity, and that’s when I saw him. A guy was leaning against a pillar, looking like he’d just stepped off a high-fashion runway. He had light blonde hair, a silver septum ring, and sleeves of tattoos. His eyebrows were dyed blonde, and he wore a tight shirt with baggy pants and heavy silver chains.

GLASSES? "Oh no, OB why do you have a smile on your face?", he asked and I grinned. "you need glasses? Like me", I said and he groaned falling into the chair. "anyway I think they are cute on you but I just wanted to ask who the hell Ajani is". He shot up and looked at me biting the side of his lower lip. "Where did you meet Blade?", he said in a harsh whisper. I nearly dropped my can in fear, I had to hold it tight so I won't slip out of my fingers, he removed his glasses as he waited for me to reply to his question.

And as he emerged from the bathroom, a trendy embodiment of youthful sophistication, I couldn't help but feel a swell of pride at the sight of my handiwork. But there was one crucial detail left to attend to—the black-framed glasses that had become his trademark. With a knowing smile, I gently removed them, revealing the true depth of his eyes for the world to see. I had noticed his short-sightedness matched mine, so I had equipped him with contact lenses, allowing his gaze to shine unobstructed by the familiar frames. The effect was transformative, his eyes suddenly larger, more expressive, radiating a newfound confidence that was impossible to ignore.

"I'm new. I don't want to leave. Like you said earlier, I might get expelled." "That was an exaggeration." "Anyways. It's big trouble. I'm not ready for... Besides, I won't let you ruin someone's reputation for your own pleasure." "You won't let me? Haha"He snickered. "Please don't."Gosh! It's been a long time since I begged someone. "That."He gestured to my glasses. "Remove it." He's weird. What does my glasses have to do with...? "I can't see without them."

She puts the glasses back on, and turns to look at the waif, clearly unimpressed. “Yes, getting laid. Duh.” This girl is clearly working with two brain cells that are fighting over third place. He looks down his nose at her, feeling an overwhelming urge to punch her. “Anyway, I just wanted to say hi to the new guys and offer them a drink.” Kai looks down at his drink, and back up at the woman.

the diver said looking at the guy through the rare view mirror who was wearing the black glasses along with the clean beard face. "Watanabe Takeshi finally you have been found" the guy smirks

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.

I just smiled back. "You know, I can actually see without these," I said taking off my glasses. "I just got used to them, so I wear them all the time," I said placing my glasses on the desk next to me. "Really?" He Said. I nodded. "So, can you see this." He said and got up, he then started to do some idiotic dance. I chuckled and rolled my eyes. "Yes." "Can you see this." He said, and he started to do that scuba diver dance, the one where you hold the tip of your nose as if you're going to dive in the water, and sink down. That one.

“She might not have the body that you do, but she’s not a slut. She still has track of her body count, unlike you.” “Please leave.” “What the fuck!” I snapped. “You know what? If you don’t want me, I’d get her to leave you,” I sneered. “Look there.” I glanced towards the door. “You see it, huh?” I said, letting a sly grin spread across my face. “Yes, I got all this on recording, and these glasses aren’t ordinary,” I whispered, removing the glasses. “See, it has a camera. It’s a meta glass, sweetheart .”