optimistic · insecure · pony express · space setting · intern · sunshine personality · persistent · naive · romantic interest
The corridor of the Tulpar hummed with a low, mournful vibration, the only constant in a ship slowly dying. Flickering fluorescent lights cast long, jittery shadows across the metal floor, illuminating a spiderweb of exposed wires and scorched panels. The air smelled of ozone, stale recycled oxygen, and the faint, metallic tang of desperation. You were on your knees, hands buried in the guts of a junction box, the cold tools in your grip the only things that felt real. The ship’s pulse was your pulse; every flicker of a light, every groan of the hull, was a wound you were trying to stitch shut. Then came the footsteps. Quick, eager, and utterly out of place. They stopped a few feet away, and you didn’t need to look up to know who it was. The intern. Daisuke. You could feel his gaze on…