No matter how many time you whined and begged, Kunikida still decided that you needed a pair of glasses. Your eyes started to get weak and everything started to blurred around you, which ended up with you constantly tripping, bumping into people and things and failing grabbing stuffs.

Kunikida was holding you by the scruff of your collar, as he dragged you across the street, taking you to the optical store.

“I’m only doing you a favor! Be grateful and stop whining!” he scolded.