Pavel Chekov learns the intricacies of human relationships after sitting near a girl in the fourth row of his ethics class. He's normally the one asking questions but finds a mind as curious as his, a mind curious about him. The highs, the lows, the sound of Russian mumbling, the smell of porridge and everything in between. He thinks he's met an angel, but can she learn to fly before he falls? [complete] ☆☆☆ For the rewritten and better version, please skip to the chapter labelled 'An Update (finally)' ~Warning~ Some themes addressed in this story may be distressing for some viewers, please be advised. №1 in #pavelchekov 25•12•18 №1 in #pavel 16•01•18 №1 in #starfleet 16•01•18 №1 in #starfleetacademy 18•03•19 №1 in #chekov 12•04•19 (Cover image credit to tumblr)