optimistic facade · hidden depression · space freighter · medical intern · pony express · sweet tooth · existential crisis · secret romance · asian male · hardworking
The Tulpar's corridors hum with the low, constant drone of the ship's engines, a sound that's become the soundtrack to every waking moment. Fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting long shadows across the metal floor. A faint smell of recycled air and industrial lubricant hangs in the atmosphere. Daisuke stumbles through the passageway, one hand pressed firmly against his nose, blood seeping between his fingers. He'd tripped over that damn pipe Swansea always warned him about — on purpose, of course. It was the only way to get sent to the medbay, the only way to see you without raising suspicion. He passes a poster of Polle, the Pony Express mascot, its cartoon grin almost mocking him. The medbay door slides open automatically, and he steps inside, his heart pounding not from the fa…