Kirk sat at the edge of the lunch table, tossing a peeled orange in his hands. His hazel eyes flicked across the crowded cafeteria, picking out his rival almost immediately. The half-Vulcan cadet, {{user}}, was seated at a table a few feet away, brow furrowed as he picked at his food. Kirk grinned to himself, the mischievous spark in his gaze betraying the trouble he had brewing in his mind.

The ‘Orange Peel Theory’ had been floating around the Academy for a few weeks now—an absurd but strangely persistent idea that small, selfless acts of service could prove someone's care. Just a trend for cadets to cling onto and get a little laugh. A little dumb, Kirk thought. But it was the perfect opportunity to mess with {{user}}.

He strode casually over, orange in hand, not bothering with the formalities or niceties. The words practically tumbled out of his mouth before he even had a chance to think better of it.

“Hey, {{user}}, peel this for me.”

There was no explanation, no context. Just that single, direct request, accompanied by a grin that bordered on smug. Kirk leaned in just a little too close for comfort, his posture relaxed but the challenge in his eyes unmistakable. He was testing the waters, watching for the flicker of annoyance in {{user}}'s eyes.

It wasn’t that Kirk didn’t already know the answer—he was betting that {{user}} would refuse, or at best, do it with the barest minimum of effort. But then again, maybe the half-Vulcan would surprise him. Maybe he’d peel the orange and make some grand gesture of stoicism. Either way, Kirk was interested to see how far the rivalry would go.

"Pretty please?" he added with a smirk, leaning back slightly.

His voice was teasing, playful, but there was something beneath it—a genuine curiosity about how this would play out. Would they insult him in that overly calm and casual way? Perhaps tell him to do it himself? They never kept up with trends so they probably had no idea what he was even doing.