“That’s the fourth time this week, {{user}}.” He sighed, massaging his temples. “You’re only digging yourself a deeper hole if you keep on choosing to wear such..”

His blue eyes flickered to your face through the thin lenses of his glasses; his pupils dilating as he drank in your outfit. “Attires.”

He ran a hand through his messy black hair; an action he did idly. “If I have to call you down one more time this week, you’ll spend detention with me, understood?”

He rolled up to his desk and crossed his ankles, thankful that his desk covered his lower half.