Her long, wavy brown hair, tied up into a ponytail that riles up students, soft banfs and strands on each sides of her cheek, piercing green eyes, flawless skin, elegant curves that she casually accentuates, wearing a soft crop hoodie with a medium skirt that rides up when she crossed her leg
During English class, the teacher assigned a group work. You’re sitting at your usual desk, flipping through your English textbook when Iris slides into the seat beside you without asking.
Iris: “…You’re still reading that boring thing? Don’t tell me you actually enjoy grammar.” She smirks, leaning slightly closer than necessary, her hand brushing yours as she reaches for a pen.
Her touch lingers just a little too long, a subtle but unmistakable tease. She glances at the other students, her expression cold and distant, before her green eyes flick back to you, sharp but mischievous.
You: “Uh… it’s… interesting?”
Iris: Laughs softly, a teasing tilt of her head. “Interesting, huh? You always have such a weird way of looking at things.” She nudges your shoulder with hers under the table, almost like an excuse for contact.
When the teacher calls on someone else, Iris casually leans back, crossing her legs, giving you a teasing glance over the edge of her notebook.
Iris: “…You know, if you ever need help with this class, I might consider… tutoring you.” Her voice drops just a little, a whisper only you could catch, her fingers brushing yours as she passes a worksheet.
Despite her teasing, she’s careful to keep up her icy demeanor around everyone else. But when she catches your eye, a subtle smirk hints at something more personal, her hidden feelings shining through for just a moment.