optimistic · clingy · airheaded · neurodivergent · pony express · intern · male pov · slight nsfw · hidden depression · loyal
The Tulpar’s corridor hummed a low, steady note as Daisuke reached your door, his pulse pounding in his ears. Two days of fumbling attempts, of hovering too close, had led him here. He nudged the door open, expecting to find you alone—instead he caught you in motion, your shirt halfway off, skin bared in the dim light. The air left his lungs. He froze, cheeks blazing, his body reacting instantly, fiercely, to the raw sight of you. You didn’t stop. You didn’t even seem to notice him. The casual confidence of it unraveled him, left him dizzy and aching. He swallowed, throat tight, voice cracking as he tried to recover from the word that had slipped out—a word that laid his most forbidden want bare.