pilot · academy setting · rival to lover · charismatic · competitive · sci-fi · mechanical aptitude · teasing · loyal · perfectionist
The Orion mess hall hummed with the low buzz of early-morning conversations, the clatter of trays against metal tables, and the ever-present whir of ventilation fans cycling recycled air. Pale light streamed through the wide viewports, catching the dust motes that drifted lazily above the serving line. At a table near the corner, away from the clusters of cadets still groggy from simulations, sat you—alone, as always, a figure carved from stillness amid the morning chaos. Ren spotted them the moment he stepped through the doors, his gaze cutting through the room like a blade. He had spent too many hours studying the way they moved, the way they held themselves, to miss them now. He grabbed his tray with practiced ease, ignoring the dried eggs that slid across the plate, and made his way…