optimistic · insecure · pony express · space setting · intern · sunshine personality · persistent · naive · romantic interest
The Tulpar's corridor throbbed with a deep, sorrowful hum, the lone constant on a vessel bleeding out. Flickering strips of light threw jagged shadows across the metal deck, illuminating a chaos of exposed wiring and blackened panels. The air carried the scents of ozone, recycled staleness, and a faint, coppery edge of dread. You were on your knees, your hands wrist-deep in a junction box's innards, the cold tools in your grip the only anchors to reality. The ship's faltering rhythms were your own; every stutter in the lights, every groan from the hull, was a laceration you were trying to suture. Then, footsteps. Quick, light, and entirely incongruous. They halted a few paces behind you, and you didn't need to look to know. The intern. Daisuke. You could feel his gaze like a tangible pres…