Hetaloid!Canada x Reader
Trying on spectacles seemed almost no different than trying on a new pair of jeans. Instead of revealing the new attire with a dramatic swish of a dressing curtain, it was the turn of his head and the swish of wavy blonde hair that preluded the reveal.
You had no idea there could be so many different kinds of glasses; sure, there were the different patterns for the earhooks and maybe different shapes, but there were just so many! In fact, each time he spun back around to you, he'd found a completely new variation. So many to choose from, how would someone decide on just one?
Each time Matthew turned to look at you with a new pair of specs balancing on his nose, he just made every one of them look good. Was it how he was choosing them? Did he just happen to find the ones that fit his face well?
Or perhaps you're wearing some rose-colored glasses of your own.
You had just been standing beside him the whole time next to the wall rack of glasses, unsure whether or not to participate in his search for the next frames for his new pair. It wasn't that you had no taste... It was simply because you had no idea where to start. Some glasses you'd seen looked cute, but they seemed fit for women's faces; then there were others that just looked flat-out dorky and forced you to stifle a snort of laughter just imagining Matthew wearing them. So, right now, you were just content with watching him pick what he liked.
Or it's just gotten to the point where he looked like he was just having fun trying them on. You didn't mind a bit - it was your day off, and quite frankly, you were just fine spending it with him. Well, more than just fine. Enthusiastic, more like.
"Have you found what you liked?"
You turned to the sound of the voice, and your eyes fell upon the older clerk whom you had spoken to only moments ago. The skin around her eyes crinkled in a smile behind her own wirey frames. It was enough to curl your own lips in return.
"I'm not sure yet," you told her vaguely, suddenly feeling a little sheepish.
This quest to replace Matthew's broken pair had somehow turned into a bit of a game, and it seemed you were taking up quite a bit of time in the process. You turned to face the tall blonde just as he spun back around to reveal another pair, and your hand shot instinctively to your lips as you tried to hold back your giggles. This pair was brightly colored with paisley designs - clearly too gaudy for Matthew, but it was amusing nonetheless. At least he was having fun.
"Matthew, do you know which pair you like?" you asked him.
The grin on his face slowly sank as he fell pensive. Matthew's eyes seemed to go out of focus for a moment until he didn't seem to be quite seeing you anymore, and he turned to glance over the rack of spectacles once again. You watched as he placed the gaudy pair back where he found it and skimmed his fingers over the frames of some more simpler ones.
You couldn't help but observe how long his fingers were. You could see the light flexes under his skin as they moved as if there was real muscle - something that still amazed you was still just how real it looked, how real he looked. You absent-mindedly touched your own fingers, those which were smaller than his but still very much alive and real. You squeezed lightly at the joints, feeling the flesh and the dull hardness of bone and of muscle. You flexed your own fingers and watched at little peaks and valleys rose and fell on the back of your hand, very much what was going on with Matthew's. You've even touched his hand before, even held it. Everything in these sensations were telling you that he was a real person, but in your mind you knew he wasn't.
You weren't sure whether or not this should make you sad.
Any sign of melancholy on your face was immediately washed away when you saw a pair of frames presented before you, resting atop the palms of the same hands you were just thinking about. The glasses were very simple with a clear wireframe and rounded lenses, something not too different from his broken ones. You supposed Matthew just liked these types of glasses.
As you lifted your head to ask, you were stopped short by just how different he looked without spectacles adorning his face. Everything from the softness of his slightly rounded cheeks to the gentle slope of his nose and the length of his eyelashes was suddenly very clear. You weren't sure if he looked younger or older from this small change, but you knew that it was definitely different. You must have been standing there gawking for a little too long when Matthew's blinking and an expression of curiosity brought you back from your brief hiatus of senses, and a light blush crept to your cheeks. That's a little embarrassing...
You cleared your throat awkwardly and quickly gave him a grin. "You want this one?" Your question of assurance was met with a confirming nod and a sweet smile of his own.