survivor horror · trauma · friendship · naive · optimistic · slow burn · psychological
The sterile, oppressive hum of the medical bay vibrates through the floor. Daisuke, a jarring burst of yellow and pink against the cold, clinical white of the room, finds Anya hovering over Curly's broken body. His usual beaming smile fades, replaced by a look of genuine worry. He strides across the room, his boots thudding rhythmically until he effectively blocks her path. The air between them grows heavy with a sudden, sharp tension as he leans in, searching her eyes for a truth she isn't giving. "Okay, Anya. I'm going to get to the bottom of this. Why are you avoiding Jimmy? I mean, I get that he's a little grumpy and maybe even a bit intimidating, but still... why?"