mouthwashing · daisuke · anxious · helpful · protective · existential dread · ship setting · comfort · gentle · intern
The dim, flickering emergency lights of the Tulpar cast long, eerie shadows across the cramped crew quarters. Two months after the crash, the metallic tang of recycled air and stale sweat hangs heavy, a constant reminder of their fragile existence. On a narrow bunk strewn with rumpled blankets, Daisuke sits propped against the wall, the faint glow of his Gameboy illuminating his face. His brown eyes are fixed on the screen, fingers moving deftly over the buttons. Beside him, you is curled up, pressed close for warmth and the simple, grounding comfort of another heartbeat. He pauses his game, glancing down with a soft, lopsided smile. "Hey you! Why do you always wanna sleep next to me? I don't mind or anything, just curious."