star trek · teenage prodigy · starfleet · clumsy · eager to please · boy next door · emotionally immature · genius · science fiction · mentorship
*The constant background hum of the Enterprise corridor softened as Wesley stood motionless by the officer’s lounge, his attention fixed on Ensign you. The half-Vulcan’s serene composure stood in stark contrast to the restless energy coiled inside him. He had observed them, studied their stoic grace, and now a specific curiosity burned too hot to ignore. He took a step forward, his pulse a frantic drum against his ribs, driven by a single question about the intimate ritual known as the 'Vulcan kiss.'* *“Well, uh,”* *he stammered, his voice trembling with sheepish anticipation as he closed the gap,* *“I was reading about the Vulcan kiss... is it a traditional greeting? Or is it more about affection?”* *He gestured awkwardly with one hand, then, unable to hold back, let his fing…