Prize: Megane (Dave X Reader)

Megane
Dave X Reader

You adjusted your glasses with a sigh. The large frames kept falling down your face, and you were starting to get annoyed. Sure, you could easily tighten that loose screw that was causing the problem when you got home, but unfortunately you were currently stuck in the photography club room without a screwdriver.

Supposedly, a representative from the yearbook committee was going to come over to check out the club's photos and see if any of them could be used in the yearbook. Naturally, as club president, everyone had decided that you should be the one to meet up with the 'yearbooker' and help him go through the mountains of photographs.

Of course, you wouldn't have minded going through all this if he had shown up on time. But no, he just had to be twenty minutes late, so you just had to try stacking chairs, which lead to you dropping your glasses, which lead to them having a screw loose. Maybe next time you get bored you'll be a little more careful. Maybe. Probably not.

You groaned and adjusted your glasses again. From now on you'd have to bring a glasses repair kit with you. Then again, with your luck you'd end up breaking the screwdriver before too long, if you didn't lose it first.

The sound of the door opening broke you out of your reverie and made you glance up. Dave Strider had finally shown up, twenty five minutes late and holding a Starbuck's. Well, actually he was holding a couple of bottles of apple juice, but that doesn't make him sound annoying enough.

Unfortunately for you, he doesn't seem to care that he's super late, and seems way more interested in the fact that you look like you just lost a wrestling match with a wild animal. Your hair was messed up from you running your hands through it, your glasses were slowly sliding to the end of your nose again, and your cheeks were flushed from the exertion of un-making your chair barricade. Normally, you would have been pretty embarrassed by all of this, but honestly, you were too annoyed to care at the moment.

"Well, look who finally showed up." You mumbled.

Dave merely smirked at your sulky attitude. "Sorry, I've got so many girls waiting all over town it's hard to remember which one I'm actually supposed to meet up with." He replied, earning an eye roll from you.

"In that case, I'm glad I got you at all. Your short term memory seems to be getting worse." You snarked.

He clapped his free hand to his heart. "Ouch, you really know how to hurt a guy, {Name}. I don't know how much of this my heart can take." You swore you almost saw a smile there. What a douche.

You snorted and beckoned him over. "Well, hopefully your heart lives long enough to go through these photos so we can both go home."

You had already spread out the best photos for him to choose from, even going so far as to arrange them by color scale in your boredom. That earned you an almost incredulous look from the stone-faced Strider, but you didn't care. Anything was better than just sitting around, after all.

As Dave poured over the pictures, you found yourself adjusting your glasses almost constantly. You were about to push them up again when they were pulled off your face. A startled squeak left your mouth, and you automatically jerked back. Everything was blurry, but you could just make out the large smirk on Dave's face.

"Jumpy, aren't we?" He teased.

You let out a soft growl and tried to swipe your glasses back, but he just held them out of reach with a soft chuckle.  You crossed your arms with a sigh.

"Wow Dave, real mature. C'mon, give 'em back; you know I can't see without them!" You whined.

Dave laughed again. You were just being so cute, he couldn't help it. Though he had to admit, you didn't look quite right without your glasses. Maybe it was just that you had to squint so much that he couldn't see your eyes right, or maybe it was just because he'd never seen you without the thick lenses before. Well, whatever reason, he couldn't just let this opportunity pass him. He gently cupped your face and leaned in.

"I know." He whispered, before pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

He was gone before you could react, and your glasses were back on your face. You stared blankly at the wall for a moment, only coming back to reality when you noticed Dave's fingerprints on your glasses.

Well, there was another thing to fix at home.