Haikyuu Glasses Guy Novels & Stories

His done with his juice and look at the big glass window, that cover above and below of the whole floor. “Hey, you know I envy you? You can be devoid of emotions, you're so good with that poker face of yours, nobody can tell what's on your mind? If you're happy or sad, or do you even get angry?” “Hmmm.” He pushed the empty glass and loved to annoy this man. “Here we go again to your hmm? I really want to slap you.” “Hmmm?” He laughed inside him, as how HiVi, eyes grow wide from his intentional reply.

“Ladieeees, what’s with your glasses? Why aren’t they empty and ready for a refill yet?” We laugh as GiGi appears in front of us behind the counter. Driving a hand through his long light brown hair, he leans against the counter. GiGi, who reminds me a lot of the young David Beckham with slightly longer and lighter hair, came into my life with Jenna. They have been friends since their teens, and he owns a fantastic and actually hella successful pub downtown. As I got accepted as Jenna’s bestie by him, I got an extra friend. An awesomely handsome extra friend in an exhaustingly good temper. He is the only man I can stand for more than a few minutes without getting anything out of it. Maybe it’

My one arm wrapped around her body as the other hand played with her hair and placed soft kisses on her forehead. "Remember the morning after we met? You wore a pair of glasses. I haven't seen them since then." I stated as the memory surfaced in my mind. "Oh, yeah. I hate how I look in glasses, so I usually wear my contacts or just walk around blind." She softly laughed. Was Kiara insecure about how she looked in glasses? "I think you loved super mature and sexy in glasses. Like a hot milf." Kiara burst out laughing and looked up at me with her cheeks a gorgeous pink.

The man’s breathing hitched, he adjusted his glasses, and his eyes gazed at her face, which was as beautiful as a rare gem. “Miss you’ve had too much to drink.” “Ugh. I haven’t!” Kira protested, her eyes drunkenly fixed on the man. Then, she suddenly smirked, and surprisingly, she reached out and removed his glasses! The man’s gaze instantly turned icy. The last person who accidentally knocked off his glasses was nowhere to be found now. “Hey, you’re Little Critter!” The man’s breath hitched, his face turned pale! His eyes rapidly scanned her face, then he abruptly asked in a low voice, “Are you Kira?”

“Do you prefer curly-haired guys with glasses?” I blinked at him. “What?” “I already have the curly hair,” he continued, running a hand through his messy brown locks. “I can add glasses if you want. Would that make you like me more?” I stared at him like he’d lost his mind. “Jace, what are you—” “It’s not fair,” he interrupted, and was he… pouting? Jace Blackmoor was actually pouting like a child. “You get to cheat on me with curly-haired nerds, but I can’t even cheat back.”

“What is this-“ Like she could already read his mind, the second he turned the case around, there was a note attached to it. Slowly, he ripped it off and took the note, reading the little message scribbled on it. ‘Before you ask, I know you aren’t blind. They aren’t glasses for blind people. It’s to prevent you from getting blind. Haha. They’re blue light filtered glasses. You stare at screens way too much so when next you want to do that, put them on. They prevent your eyes but getting old and boring (we don’t want your eyes matching your personality, do we?)’ “What?” He laughed to himself, reading the note. “This is ridiculous.” He laughed again, slowly taking the glasses out of the case t

she tells George and after a few moments, the office door opens and the weird guy with glasses walks in. He’s wearing a navy blue jacket with its zip undone and showing the black t-shirt he has on the inside. He has black skinny jeans on and white sneakers. His enormous glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose and his brown curly hair falling into his freckles covered face. This guy has the worse taste for fashion.

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.

Nah, must have gotten someone else to do it. But what stood out the most were his glasses. Black frame that perched on his strong nose as his eyes glimmered through them, making me squirm in my seat. I swallowed the lump in my throat when he answered a small question from a girl, rolling the sleeves of his shirt over his elbow. Fuck, his arms. His hands. The watch that I had gifted him glinted in the light streaming in through the open windows. “Why does his name sound like a porn star?” a guy behind me whispered, and I had to bite the insides of my cheek to stop myself from laughing.

I agreed with a smile. I watched his body, now without the jacket so I wouldn't feel cold. The big and strong arms, even if they were not muscular. The beautiful and smooth face, even with those strange frame glasses. I took off my glasses and put them on my own face. The whole world seemed upside down. The level of the degree of that lens was insane. I lowered the accessory to observe Hazz without that armor. He was very handsome without the glasses, but with a tight frame to his strong face, maybe he would still remain very attractive to them. I loved men with glasses.