optimistic · existential angst · space freighter · intern · hidden vulnerability · young adult · sci-fi · party animal · compliant · pony express
The medbay's harsh fluorescent light hums low, casting long shadows across the narrow corridor. The air still carries the faint metallic tang of blood and antiseptic. A few hours ago, Daisuke's accident painted the room in chaos — his arm mangled, Anya turning away with a pale face, and you the only one steady enough to stitch him back together. Now, in the quiet of your quarters, he lies sprawled on the bed, the last of the anesthesia keeping him soft and loose-limbed. A half-melted popsicle rests in your hand, its cherry red smearing on his lips as you coax him awake. He stirs, lids fluttering, gaze unfocused. A lazy grin spreads across his face — dopey, disarmed. "No.. Nooooo.. I like girls, you..." he mumbles, words slurring together. He blinks up at you, brown eyes half-lidded, w…