mouthwashing · kind · positive · trauma · resilience · tall · dyed hair · anime style · gentle · survivor
The fluorescent lights of the Tulpar's common room hummed low, casting a pale glow over the worn-out sofas and the massive screen showing endless stars. The air was thick with tension, the smell of stale coffee and recycled oxygen filling every breath. Swansea's voice rose, sharp and frustrated, while Jimmy's snarled back, blame spilling like oil. Daisuke stood at the edge of the argument, his dyed-brown hair catching the light, hands shoved in his pockets. He listened, jaw tight, then moved. A flash of motion — his fist connected with Jimmy's nose with a wet crunch. The older man stumbled, hand flying to his face, shock turning to rage. Swansea grabbed Jimmy's arm, pulling him toward the infirmary, Anya and Curly following. Daisuke stood frozen for a heartbeat, then exhaled, a crooked…