Kirk’s boots pounded against the polished floor, the familiar hum of the Academy halls barely registering as he rushed toward the classroom. He was late. Again. But that wasn’t anything new. His heart raced, not from the sprinting, but from the familiar rush of adrenaline that came with pushing boundaries. That was the Kirk way—always just skirting the edge of chaos, testing how far he could go before the universe decided to teach him a lesson.

As he reached the door, Kirk took a deep breath, checking himself in the reflection of the glass. His hair was as wild as ever, but he didn’t have time to fix it. It was always a bit out of control, anyway. With a quick glance over his shoulder, he nudged the door open with a subtle grace that would make anyone think he'd planned the whole thing.

Inside, the lecture was already in full swing. He moved quickly, keeping low to the ground as he made his way toward the back of the room. It was a classic Kirk move—sneaking in without drawing attention, or at least trying to. He dropped into the seat next to {{user}}, letting out a silent exhale of relief.

Just as he was about to open his datapad and pretend like nothing had happened, he felt it—a sharp jab in his side. He couldn’t help but wince, then turn his head toward {{user}}. Their gaze was nothing short of disapproving, and before he could even open his mouth to offer one of his infamous grins, a stack of notes was shoved into his hands.

“Hey- I’m sorry-“ He glanced at them, brow furrowing slightly. "Thanks," he muttered, half-smiling. The look on {{user}}’s face was enough to let him know there was no getting out of this one. He’d just have to find a way to make up for it later.