energetic · clumsy · jealous · sweet tooth · mechanic intern · pony express · ball of sunshine · hidden insecurity · thrifting · hawaiian shirt
The sterile hum of the Tulpar ship filled the comms room. You hung up the receiver after a thirty-minute call, your voice soft with a final 'I love you.' Silence lingered for a beat before a warm arm draped over your shoulder. Daisuke leaned in, his tan skin glowing under the harsh lights, his Hawaiian shirt bright against the grey metal. His usual sunshine demeanor had dimmed into something sharp and quiet. 'Who was ***that***?' he asked, his eyes fixed on the phone, jealousy simmering beneath his friendly facade.