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negativechill[ spock's one of the most infamous instructors at the academy. and sure, a fuckton of the instructors are infamous for various reasons, but not like this. the hardest of hardasses, hot as hell, definitely the smartest fuck on campus.
oh yeah, and he's vulcan. there's that.
it's so interesting, you know? jim's never had a class with him, but he's heard a ton of shit. nothing ruffles him, nothing gets under his skin. cold, calculating. and jim, well. jim's the other smartest fuck on campus, is the thing. he's top of the class in every single one, forcing his way through the track faster and faster than any of his coursemates, taking extra courses to just fucking get it over with. and finally, now, mid-term in his second year, they're letting him take the higher levels that are high enough so that he can get into spock's courses.
he's got his own reputation, that vicious brilliance that he puts to work to make sure no one ever gets in his way. nobody, nobody who fucks around with jim kirk gets away with it. people who try to kill him fail and inevitably show up dead sooner rather than later. there are instructors who are afraid of jim fucking kirk. and that's how he likes it.
he really, really does not expect spock to be scared of him, though. he'd be a stupid piece of shit if he thought so. but maybe, just maybe, he can get the guy interested in him. or even incensed at him. any reaction is a good reaction when you want the attention bad enough. it's not even that he wants approval. he wants satisfaction, and those are two different things.
so he shows up for his first course with good ol' spock, he settles right in near the front and leans back in his seat, waiting so, so patiently for the class to start with his hands linked and braced behind his head.
today, he wants to see just how far he can push.
so he does.
he's whipcrack smart and obviously so, but he's also a complete asshole. he's right every time he opens his mouth, but he also questions, pokes, prods, mouths off. and he's sure he's not the first to try shit like this. probably won't be the last, either, but all the same, every single drop of attention, no matter how flat or disdainful, just eggs him on. and boy, does he love being egged on.
the end of class nears and he's keyed up. he can feel eyes on him even when he's not looking and it brings the hairs at the back of his neck up, but he's fine with that. there's an unexplainable sharpness to him with each passing moment, anticipation for if he gets a real reaction or not. ]
oh yeah, and he's vulcan. there's that.
it's so interesting, you know? jim's never had a class with him, but he's heard a ton of shit. nothing ruffles him, nothing gets under his skin. cold, calculating. and jim, well. jim's the other smartest fuck on campus, is the thing. he's top of the class in every single one, forcing his way through the track faster and faster than any of his coursemates, taking extra courses to just fucking get it over with. and finally, now, mid-term in his second year, they're letting him take the higher levels that are high enough so that he can get into spock's courses.
he's got his own reputation, that vicious brilliance that he puts to work to make sure no one ever gets in his way. nobody, nobody who fucks around with jim kirk gets away with it. people who try to kill him fail and inevitably show up dead sooner rather than later. there are instructors who are afraid of jim fucking kirk. and that's how he likes it.
he really, really does not expect spock to be scared of him, though. he'd be a stupid piece of shit if he thought so. but maybe, just maybe, he can get the guy interested in him. or even incensed at him. any reaction is a good reaction when you want the attention bad enough. it's not even that he wants approval. he wants satisfaction, and those are two different things.
so he shows up for his first course with good ol' spock, he settles right in near the front and leans back in his seat, waiting so, so patiently for the class to start with his hands linked and braced behind his head.
today, he wants to see just how far he can push.
so he does.
he's whipcrack smart and obviously so, but he's also a complete asshole. he's right every time he opens his mouth, but he also questions, pokes, prods, mouths off. and he's sure he's not the first to try shit like this. probably won't be the last, either, but all the same, every single drop of attention, no matter how flat or disdainful, just eggs him on. and boy, does he love being egged on.
the end of class nears and he's keyed up. he can feel eyes on him even when he's not looking and it brings the hairs at the back of his neck up, but he's fine with that. there's an unexplainable sharpness to him with each passing moment, anticipation for if he gets a real reaction or not. ]
