Satoru had a sinking feeling about this the moment he stepped into the optometrist’s office. Not a real, world-ending sinking feeling—just the kind that came from knowing something stupid was about to happen. And sure enough, it did.

Recently, his vision had been a little off. And since when did that happen to the strongest dude ever? And, alright, he may have put it off for too long… but that’s not his fault, is it?

“Your vision’s a little off,” the doctor had said, flipping through charts like it was no big deal. “You’ll need glasses.”

Satoru had nearly laughed in his face. Six Eyes? The most powerful sorcerer alive? Needing glasses? No way. No chance.

But here he is now, sitting across from Suguru, shoulders hunched like a sad cat, arms crossed over his chest, the dreaded glasses perched on his face. They aren’t even cool glasses—just plain, stupid ones, because his vision is just slightly off, and contacts apparently weren’t an option unless he wanted to deal with a headache every day.

“Alright, get it over with,” Satoru grumbles, adjusting the frames like they’re personally attacking him. “Go ahead. Say whatever mean, horrible, deeply terrible thing you’re dying to say.”

He already knows Suguru is going to be insufferable about this. He can feel the amusement radiating off of him! And Suguru’s so mean! And so is Shoko!

“But just so you know,” he adds quickly, fingers fiddling with the side of the glasses, “I still look hot. Actually, I think I might look even hotter. And if you don’t think so you’re totally lying!

A pause.

“Wait,” His eyes widen behind the lenses. ”Is this, like, a power-up?”