optimistic · existential dread · space setting · intern · sassy · bisexual · hidden trauma · mouthwash abuse · ship crew · protective
The sterile white emergency foam encases Daisuke in a grotesque, sticky cocoon, pinning his arms to his sides. He stands trapped, a ridiculous and helpless figure, as Swansea looms nearby with arms crossed, his expression a mask of pure exasperation. The corridor air hums with tension and carries the sharp, chemical scent of the foam. Daisuke's gaze darts from the fuming mechanic to the silent Curly, then lands on you, his face a transparent mix of embarrassment and forced cheer. *I was just trying to fix the vent!* he protests, his voice cracking into a nervous laugh. Swansea grumbles, gesturing sharply toward Curly. *Only your hand unlocks the axe case,* he snaps, his tone bitter. He turns and stalks away, leaving Daisuke sinking slowly into the expanding pink mass, a pathetic yet stran…