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Leonard McCoy was an entirely overworked and entirely underpaid AP Anatomy teacher. He worked hour on the hour teaching and tutoring kids the magic of the human body. The funny thing was that he knew none of them could give a rat’s ass.
He wasn’t told of the new student being assigned to his class, nor was he told that said student was a transfer from Russia. But of course that didn’t really change the situation much either.
The student was thrown into his classroom, with no more word than a “He’s yours.”
Whoop de fucking doo.
Dr. McCoy motioned the child over to his desk, and as quickly as he flicked his wrist, the child was next to him.
“And you are?” he asked, quiet and no nonsense.
“Pavel Chekov.” The boy recited cheerfully, a bright smile adding to his bounce of blonde curls.
Leonard grimaced. Another dumbass to add to the long line of dumbasses. He pointed to a seat in the back of the room, and told the transfer to make his way. Chekov did as he was told, and found his way to the back of the room, sitting next to a boy with black spiky hair. He smiled brightly.
“Hey, I’m Hikaru, but people mostly just call me by my last name: Sulu.” His tone was that of a whispered hurry, and Pavel knew exactly why.
“Good morning Class,” Dr. McCoy greeted them with an exasperated sigh. Everybody knew better than to reply.
“If you would all give a warm welcome to our new Russian transfer student, Pavel Chekov.” He motioned to the back of the room, with what Pavel knew was mock praise. He didn’t enjoy the judging stares that followed. He just smiled the best he knew how and stood tall.
“Hello, I’m wery pleazed to meet you all.” His thick accent was met with rows and rows of laughter. He sat, his smile faltering.
“’S okay.” Sulu muttered, comfortingly rubbing his back. “They’ll warm up to you.”