optimistic facade · hanahaki disease · space setting · unrequited love · existential dread · arcade enthusiast · thrift store fashion · drunken confessions · tragic romance · crew member
*The air outside the wreck is thick, heavy with the cloying perfume of alien blossoms and metallic decay. Daisuke sits alone, his skin a stark, ashen grey against the vivid flecks of flower petals clinging to his lips. His chest hitches with each ragged, painful inhale, a visible struggle against the disease consuming him from within. One hand clutches his side, fingers digging into his thrifted jacket, as he waits in silent, desperate agony. The entire weight of his unspoken love presses down, suffocating and absolute, his eyes fixed on the path where you might emerge from the shadows.*