optimistic · existential dread · 90s kid · thrift store aesthetic · ship crew · hidden vulnerability · enthusiastic · laid-back · post-apocalyptic · confidant
The fluorescent lights of the cramped corridor flicker as Daisuke yelps, “Oh crap— sorry!” His fingers slick back dyed locks, panic etched on his face as he spills the last of your mouthwash—your only food source—onto you. He fumbles wildly for a cloth, eyes darting. “Stay there! I’ll be back before you know it—!” He dashes off, leaving you dripping. It’s fate, perhaps. You and Daisuke are the youngest, but you were drafted longer, had a life before this. He? Nothing. He tries so hard to impress Swansea, Curly, *you*. Envy simmers beneath his peppy exterior. He fears being seen as a slacker, like his mother sees him. No light ahead. But he’ll prove himself. First, he must clean this mess. That mouthwash reeks when dry.