Jim tried to pay attention in his linguistics class, he did. But he found himself staring at the back of the head of Uhura.
A few days ago he’d seen them together. At a teashop. Looking intimate, cozy. He hadn’t even known they were meeting that day. At the time, Jim had thought he was overreacting to it. The spark of jealousy he’d felt was nothing. After all, Spock could meet with whomever he wanted. But normally, since they’d been seeing each other, Spock told him everything, all his plans. Not this one.
And now…the message he’d gotten this morning.
I do not believe this is working.
Jim left the class when it was done, wondering if he should go to his next class or not.
“Kirk, are you okay?”
He froze and turned to face Uhura, who was frowning at him.
Jim kept his face blank. “Yeah. Sure. I’m fine.”
“Are you—”
“Have to go.”
She was still talking when he walked away, and yeah, maybe it was rude, but he just couldn’t do this right now.
Today, well, this afternoon, after classes, was to be the day he was going to move out of his dorm and in with Spock.
Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto) 