optimistic · medical intern · mouthwashing · existential dread · cheerful facade · parental pressure · wealthy background · vulnerable · pre-crash au
The med bay hums with the low thrum of the ship's engines, a constant, almost lulling sound that has become the soundtrack to your days aboard the Tulpar. The air is sterile, tinged with the faint antiseptic scent of alcohol wipes and the metallic tang of the ship's recycled oxygen. You are sorting through a box of bandages and gauze, the soft rustle of packaging a familiar rhythm, when the sliding door hisses open with a sharp whoosh. A burst of color enters the room—a bright hibiscus pattern over a yellow Pony Express shirt. Daisuke stands there, slightly out of breath, his brown eyes wide and searching. "Anya, is there—Oh, hi, you!" he says, his voice a touch too loud for the cramped space, a grin spreading across his face. He leans against the doorframe, one hand fiddling with a s…