Saiki Without Glasses Novels & Stories

Holding the strap of her bag tightly, it felt as if her entire life depended on her grip. The man stood tall, his sunglasses still on despite the absence of sunlight, and that made her even more suspicious and weary. Her wariness heightened as he removed the glasses, revealing the reason for their use. One of his eyes was missing, a clear sign of a past injury; like a knife fight or something like that, perhaps from a violent encounter with an equally violent person. It was as if he tried to conceal the absence of his eye, although an eye patch might have been a more conventional choice.

Kids don’t always understand why their parents have so little patience. I take my glasses off my eyes and clean the lenses with a special wipe. It is not that I cannot see without them, I just cannot see very far without them. I place them back on my eyes and as the view comes into focus, I can see one of the men at the table staring intently at me.

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.

Samael smiled at Mason as I looked at him. He somehow looks different without his glasses, in a good way. He took off the glasses while cooking and still was without them, giving me a clear view of his eyes without the barrier of the glasses. His eyes snapped at me making me advert my eyes, probably he felt my gaze on him.

“Why are you so persistent? Do I look bad with my glasses on?” “Bad? Oh, Len, I don't think anybody could look as beautiful as you with any style you have,” I say as I sit up and put a strand of her wavy hair behind her ear. “But I see how you struggle with glasses and eye contacts. You can't deny that.” I have seen how eye contacts make her eyes watery and the way she struggles with putting on any 3D glasses if she has her glasses on. She can make her life easier, but her fear is preventing her.

“I said you looked cute, not weird.” “What? Cute as in newborn baby cute?” he asked skeptically. She rolled her eyes dramatically and moved around the counter so that she could sit beside him. “They’re just glasses, Brenden. All the cool kids wear them. Cool and smart kids.” He snorted. “Can you see without them?” she asked. “Perfect vision,” he answered. “I just get tired eyes and it helps to read the charts. I need to protect my eyes from the blue light and everything,” he said sheepishly.

Aiken quickly bent over and urged her to get on. “But...” “Stop wasting time, I won’t hurt you. Get on, so I can help others too!” Maia finally relented as she got on and whispered a thank you. Aiken carried her on his back and hurried to get to the sixth floor. He was a very tall guy, about 1.82m. He stood out amidst this chaos. “Why are you wearing sunglasses?” Maia was puzzled by this. “I was worried that people would recognize me. My fans are everywhere. It’ll only cause trouble.”

ASAI. The first thing Saki did when I took a seat was place her ring on the table between us. I balked, barely holding on to my panic as alarm bells rang in my head. This wasn't happening, not when I was so close. She pinned me with a very leveled gaze. “I want you to answer me like you would a close friend,” she said, “Not a fiancé. I need you to be completely honest with me, Asai. Do you understand me?”

“It’s gonna be a long week. And then what?” “You should ask him in the morning, ‘cause I’m not sure I got everything he said.” “C’mon, give me your free version.” “It’s gonna take a lot of care and attention to detail, that’s for sure. Creams and drops, a special pillow, avoiding screens and stress. That kinda fun.” “And my vision?” “It’s gonna be the same for a few days, and then it’s gonna get slowly better over the following weeks and months until it’s fully back. If we do it the right way, maybe you won’t be needing glasses anymore.”

Sakura replied lightly, “Me, either. But I had no choice at the time, since Megan left three months ago. I hope she’ll be back soon. I miss her.” “Me, too,” Jane said. “I miss her cakes more, though.” Sakura laughed. “You and your cakes.” Jane giggled and nudged her glasses up her nose again. Sakura noticed and said, “You know, you always look so uncomfortable wearing your glasses. Why don’t you go see an optometrist and ask for contacts instead?” Jane raised her hand for a taxi. “I do have contacts,” she said as the car came to a stop before them. The girls slid in and put on their seat belts.