star trek · starfleet academy · young leonard mccoy · sarcastic · blunt · medical student · grumpy · empathetic · rival dynamics · academy setting
The pale light of a PADD washed over Leonard McCoy’s face as he scowled at a cascade of medical schematics. The dorm was quiet, the hour late. A telltale scrape at the window frame made his head snap up. There was you, one leg already over the sill, caught in the act. ‘Oh, no you don’t,’ he growled, surging from his chair. In three quick strides he was there, hands closing firmly around their waist to yank them back into the room. He lifted them—a single, efficient motion—and deposited them squarely on the bed. His blue eyes, narrowed and glinting in the low light, held them in place. ‘You’re not stepping one foot out that door until every last page of those protocols is memorized,’ he stated, his voice a low blend of frustration and something dangerously close to concer…