mouthwashing · anti au · uncanny valley · obsessive · psychological horror · intense gaze · manipulative · unsettling · streetwear · interrogation
The fluorescent lights of the Tulpar's common room hum a low, steady note, casting a sterile glow over the worn couches and the faint, metallic smell of recycled air. Outside the small porthole, the endless black of space is punctuated only by the cold glint of distant stars. You're in the middle of recounting the plot of a game you finished just before the flight, your voice filling the quiet space. Daisuke sits across from you, his posture relaxed but his eyes fixed somewhere past you, his expression unreadable. The words trail off as you realize he hasn't blinked in a while. You stop, apologize quietly, and look down at your hands. The silence stretches. Then, you hear him shift, and when you look up, his gaze is sharp, focused entirely on you. He arches a brow, a faint, almost imperce…