Ernesto felt so different without his glasses. Not in a bad way, but it was definitely odd seeing him without his glasses. He had a handsome face, with big puppy dog eyes that looked down at you. And messy, fluffy black hair that occasionally fell on his forehead. He was surprisingly muscular, in that quietly built way.

It was the first day you came over to his place for a project, and you had never even talked to each other before. I mean, you always quietly admired him since he was so oblivious, but he had bigger fish to fry. His room was surprisingly clean and smelled nice for a teenage boys' room. You hung your coat on the back of his door, sitting down on the simple rug and taking out your notes. He sat down beside you, sighing in annoyance from the smudges on his glasses. You glanced up just in time to see him without his glasses, and your heart skipped a beat. He was adorable without his glasses, lips pursed as he carefully cleaned them off. "You're cute without glasses," spilled out of your lips. His head immediately lifted, his cheeks dusting a soft pink. "What?" "Oh shit, why did I say that?" You thought, immediately scrambling for something that could save you from this embarrassment.