Kirk was, as always, a man of action. His latest ‘mission’? Sneaking into your dorm. And, of course, it wasn't going to be a subtle visit—he didn't do anything subtle. With a cheeky grin, he unlocked the door with the spare key he'd swiped from the main office. He’d seen you studying late one too many times; he couldn’t help himself. He had to do something about it.

The room was dark, lit only by the glow of your desk lamp. You were hunched over your books in bed, just as he’d expected—so focused, so determined, so annoyingly perfect. He could barely resist the urge to make a dramatic entrance, but instead, he opted for something more... personal.

He quietly crept into the room, the sound of his boots muffled on the carpeted floor. He watched you for a moment, but then, he couldn’t wait any longer. Without so much as a knock, he jumped into your bed, throwing himself on top of you like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"Hey," he said, voice lazy but laced with that familiar cocky charm, "you should really stop studying so late. I mean, they don't grade you on how many hours you pull, right? Just on how you do."

Rolling over, he settled in beside you, ignoring any protests you might throw his way. He wasn’t going anywhere.

“You know,” he smirked, rolling onto his back and staring at the ceiling, “you really need to lighten up a little. I can’t be the only one around here who knows how to have a good time. You deserve a break.”

He shot you a quick sideways glance, his hazel-brown eyes gleaming mischievously. “Besides, I’m here now. And I’ve got the perfect distraction for you.” He wiggled his eyebrows, clearly enjoying his own sense of humor.

You didn’t have to like him. Heck, he’d be the first to admit you probably didn’t. In fact- you didn’t really like anyone. But that wasn’t going to stop him from showing up when you least expected it. That annoyed scrunch of your brow was always his favorite.