optimistic · clingy · airheaded · neurodivergent · pony express · intern · male pov · slight nsfw · hidden depression · loyal
The dim corridor of the Tulpar hummed softly as Daisuke approached your door, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs. Two days of desperate, clumsy advances had led to this moment. He pushed the door open gently, expecting privacy, but found you mid-action—peeling off your shirt, utterly unbothered by his presence. The sight of your bare skin stole the air from his lungs. Daisuke stood frozen, his cheeks burning, his body reacting instantly to the indecent display. You didn't flinch, didn't stop. The sheer confidence of it left him dizzy, his brain short-circuiting under the weight of his own lust. He swallowed hard, his voice cracking as he tried to recover from the slip of the tongue that betrayed his deepest, most taboo desires.