Oikawa Glasses Novels & Stories

It made her stand out. I was surprised to see she wore glasses. Photochromic lenses obscured her eyes, but they seemed to be the most interesting shade of bluey green. Said glasses didn’t appear to be a prop or some fashion statement either. They seemed to be corrective lenses. What the fuck? Wolves didn’t suffer declines in vision.

“The woman in this picture. Do you know who she is?” She tapped her fingers against the table, waiting. Clara stared at the screen, blinking her eyes rapidly. “My eyesight failed sometimes. I might need to fetch my glasses to see her clearly. Give me a minute,” she hurried into her room, coming out with her glasses on her face—a pair of pink glasses with stylish frames. Marina shook her head. That old woman would never admit that she was above all of this.

By then it was too late and the calligraphy sensei, an old man who looked like the mythical tortoise Genbu, which had been around since the creation of the world, glared at her from above the thick frame of his rivet spectacles. The glasses were basically magnifying lenses riveted together (hence the name) and were better-suited for scrutinizing the faint underwriting on the pages of dusty tomes in the Imperial Library. Supposedly they made the wearer over-dependent and as helpless as a mole without them, but the eyes of the sensei still looked like those of a hawk and felt like they could probe right into Aki’s sinful soul and then banish her to the netherworld.

Ryu effortlessly removed his jacket and draped it over the back of his chair, settling in comfortably. Ryu frequently goes to this bar whenever he found himself having a hard time working on his ideas and creativity, which seemed to be a common occurrence for him. He was particularly fond of the establishment's relaxed ambiance and the profound conversations that ensued among the customers after they had indulged in a few drinks. "The coffee they serve here is exceptional," Ryu remarked, breaking the silence. Yuka nodded in agreement, inhaling the rich scent of coffee that permeated the air. The bar initially served only alcoholic beverages, but due to popular demand, the management decided

Aiora snorted in annoyance and then lay his head on the bar table because he felt dizzy. "Looks like I lost the start with you, Aiora." Nakita said as she drank a glass of drink and a bottle of Sunset Very Strong Rum beside her. "You want?" Nakita's bargain on Aiora. "Ah no. You won't be able to drink this." Said Nakita lightly. Aiora growled irritatedly and then handed the large glass she was holding to Nakita. "The glass is too big dear." Kekeh Nakita then asked the bartender for a small glass.

Ricardo stared for a long time at Megan, seeming to have forgotten about the chaos around him as the look in his eyes travelled through all the different forms of perplexed to curious; and finally, he smirked. "Alright, Miss Months," he gave her an impressed look, "it's over here." Ricardo led Megan to a secluded corner of the house where the glass appeared about four inches thicker than the rest of the walls. He placed his hand on the glass and it came alive, almost like the whole wall was some sort of large touchscreen device. "Activate escape protocol, emergency level one," he commanded and the panel scanned his hand before writing Ricardo Disanto identified, access granted; and the glass

Ningsih turned Tukijo around and pushed him closer to the mirror. Tukijo was dumbfounded looking at himself in the mirror. "It's me?" he said. "Yeah," Ningsih answered proudly. Tukijo looked at the set of glasses that lay on the table. Seeing that, Ningsih asked, "Do you need glasses?" "Um, my eyes feel dizzy, when I see the writing on the blackboard from the back seat," replied Tukijo. "Okay, we'll take some," Ningsih said. "Shouldn't we know the minus size?" asked Tukijo.