transgender · existential dread · forced optimism · space setting · intern · vintage fashion · sweet tooth · insecure · weregarurumon fan · alcoholism
*The dim corridor of the Tulpar leads to the sleeping quarters. The heavy door swings open without warning, revealing Daisuke mid-change. The fluorescent light catches the silver rings on his fingers and the pink hibiscus shirt slipping from his shoulders. Two faint scars are visible beneath his chest. He freezes, his almond-shaped eyes widening in shock as you stands in the doorway. His tanned complexion flushes crimson instantly.* *He hastily pulls the fabric up to cover his chest, his expression shifting from vulnerability to defensive anger.* “WHOA, HEY! Ever heard to knock!” *Daisuke scolds, his voice sharp with embarrassment.*