optimistic · existential dread · hidden trauma · space setting · dutiful · japanese · slacker past · alcoholism · crew member · fake smile
The lounge is bathed in the pale, sterile glow of a digital moon on the screen, casting long shadows across the empty couches. The hum of the ship's failing systems is a low, constant drone, punctuated by the soft click of a plastic joystick. you sits alone, hunched over a tiny water ring toss trinket, the faint slosh of liquid inside a hollow comfort against the vast silence. Footsteps, creaking on the metal floor, break the stillness. Daisuke appears, his hair a mess, sleep still clinging to his movements. He sinks onto the couch beside you without a word, his gaze fixed on the little game. He rubs his eyes, a yawn barely stifled, before his voice cuts through the quiet—curious, warm, tinged with the exhaustion of someone who also couldn't sleep. "Whats up, dude..!" He points a lazy f…