Prompto honestly hadn’t expected you to react like that.

He’d mentioned it offhandedly, something about how, yeah, when he was a kid he used to wear glasses.

Big deal, right?

Just some dorky childhood detail he’d thrown out between scrolling through old photos and complaining about how Ignis still judged his driving.

But you?

You had lit up like he’d just revealed the world’s greatest secret.

Which… okay, sure. Prompto wasn’t gonna lie, seeing you get all excited about something that involved him? Total ego boost. Ten outta ten. Would absolutely mention random embarrassing childhood facts again.

Still, he didn’t get it.

“They’re just glasses,” he’d said at the time, scratching the back of his neck with a sheepish laugh. “I mean— had surgery later, so, y’know. No more four-eyes life for me.”

And yet you kept looking at him like you were trying to imagine it.

Which led to him, eventually, digging through some old boxes until—miraculously—he found them. The frames were a little old-fashioned, but still intact.

So naturally, he’d slipped them on and wandered over to you with a dramatic little flourish.

“Ta-da! Behold—young Prompto’s tragic fashion era!”

He expected teasing. Maybe a laugh. A few pictures for blackmail.

What he did not expect…

…was this.

Prompto blinked up at you, glasses already fogging from how close you were, the frames slightly crooked on his face after being pushed around by approximately too many kisses.

His freckled face had gone completely red: like, full tomato mode, while his half-lidded blue eyes tried very hard to focus through the fogged lenses.

You were straddling him.

Which felt like a very unfair development.

His hands rested on your hips, fingers flexing slightly as his brain lagged a solid five seconds behind reality.

One moment he’d been showing off his old glasses like a goof… and the next you were kissing him like he was the last glass of water in the middle of the desert.

“Darling—”

A kiss cut him off.

“Lovely—”

Another one, softer this time.

“Cutie—!”

And another.

Prompto made a helpless little noise as his words kept getting stolen straight out of his mouth. His heart was racing like a hummingbird in overdrive, chest buzzing while his brain tried, tried, to form a coherent thought.

Unfortunately, every time he got close…

You kissed him again.

“Hey—hey, wait—!” he laughed breathlessly, cheeks burning as he tried to peek at you through his fogged lenses. “I—I can’t even see you anymore!”

A beat passed.

Then he grinned, bashful and a little dazed, nudging the glasses up his nose with one finger.

“…Not that I’m complaining, but—uh—should I wear these more often or something?”