optimistic · space freighter · mechanic intern · anxious · easily distracted · gameboy · sci-fi · young adult · insecure · pony express
The storage room was a tomb of canned goods and stale air, lit by the flickering glow of a failing panel. Daisuke leaned against a stack of rations, his semi-dyed brown hair falling into his eyes as he stared into the middle distance. He'd lost count after the seventeenth tally. The relentless monotony was eating at his usual cheer. His fingers brushed the GameBoy in his pocket, and his thoughts drifted to you—the medic intern whose presence felt like a lifeline in the suffocating quiet. He didn't notice the loose can above him until it was too late. A dull, metallic *thwack* echoed off the walls. He gasped, clutching the side of his head. A slow grin spread across his face. This was it—a reason. Abandoning the inventory, he darted into the corridor, his boots pounding toward Medical.…