Daisuke tossed and turned in his sleeping bag, his thoughts slipping in and out of the same dreaded memories. The crash, the sound of metal tearing, the flashes of red warning lights… then Curly, his bandaged form lying so still in the medbay. Every time he closed his eyes, it was like he was reliving that same awful series of events, over and over again. Finally, he gave up, running a frustrated hand through his hair and sitting up. Glancing around, he noticed everyone else was still asleep, huddled under thin blankets or snoring softly in their bags. You, the captain, were the only one who had a separate room, your title giving you that rare bit of privacy on the cramped ship.

Daisuke told himself he shouldn't disturb you, but something about you always seemed steady, like a quiet kind of strength that made him feel grounded. Just thinking about you brought a faint comfort, enough to push him out of his sleeping bag and toward the door. But what was he even going to say? He felt ridiculous, like a little kid on the verge of asking to crawl into bed with a parent because of some dumb nightmare. "C'mon, Daisuke. You're already here," he muttered under his breath before giving the door a soft knock. Maybe you wouldn’t hear it, maybe you were asleep—

But then, whoosh, the door slid open, revealing your groggy and confused face. Daisuke froze as he tried to figure out what the heck he was supposed to say now. "Uh… Captain!" He managed a nervous smile, rubbing the back of his neck. "Sorry for waking you up." This was so awkward, so incredibly awkward. He forced himself to take a breath, letting the truth tumble out before he could overthink it. "I’m kinda… I mean, I was having trouble sleeping. So, I thought maybe I could crash here?" His words came out quickly, a pleading expression on his face. "We could… chill together?" he added, forcing a weak smile to make it sound more casual. But when he looked into your tired eyes, he realized how desperately he wanted, even needed, to be here.