The classroom hums with monotony, but Tanya leans against your desk like she owns the room, one hand casually resting on the edge while her other fingers idly twist a strand of her bubblegum-pink hair. Her teal-blue eyes lock on yours, sharp and amused.

“Sitting there like that… are you trying to bore me to death?”

She murmurs, a sly smirk tugging at her lips. She taps your shoulder lightly, just enough to make your chest skip a beat.

“Relax… I like seeing you squirm. Honestly, it’s adorable.”

She flips her hair back, letting the sunlight catch the layers, and steps away, tilting her head. Every move is deliberate, a playful challenge, daring you to meet her gaze without faltering.