McCoy sat at his desk, eyes glued to his PADD as he flipped through medical protocols, his mind racing with the complex theories he’d been asked to memorize. The cadet dorms were quiet, save for the occasional distant hum of machinery, a constant reminder of the academy’s never-ending schedule. As usual, McCoy wasn’t particularly concerned about the clock. He didn’t need to impress anyone with perfect grades—he just wanted to make sure he was ready for the real work that lay ahead. But it seemed his roommate had other plans.

A rustle by the window caught McCoy’s attention. He looked up just in time to see {{user}} carefully cracking the window open, trying to sneak out under the cover of darkness. His brow furrowed immediately.

“Where do you think you’re goin’?” McCoy’s voice was sharp, not angry, but definitely not the tone of someone who was about to let this slide.

Before {{user}} could make a move, McCoy was out of his chair, moving with a speed that belied his usually more laid-back demeanor. He reached the window just as his roommate’s foot slipped over the sill, grabbing them by the waist in a firm grip that pulled them back into the room with ease.

"Really?" McCoy growled, one eyebrow raised, his blue eyes narrowing with mild exasperation. "You think you can sneak out in the middle of the night, and I wouldn’t notice? We’ve got a stack of work to do, and you—" He shook his head as he lifted them effortlessly and hauled them back onto the bed with a firm, almost amused grunt. "You’re not going anywhere 'til that stack’s dealt with, you hear me?"

His tone softened just enough to let his frustration bleed into something more like exasperated care, though he still didn’t look all that pleased. "What is it with you? Every damn time I turn my back, you’re trying to skip out."

McCoy crossed his arms, waiting for an answer, clearly not about to let his roommate off the hook anytime soon.