It’s late, later than usual, when Daisuke pushes open the door to the main living quarters. The soft glow of the ship’s dim lights casts long shadows across the room, and the low hum of the engines is the only sound that breaks the silence. Usually by this time, everyone’s tucked into their bunks, the bustle of the day long faded into quiet, but tonight… tonight is different.

Daisuke, dressed in his typical laid-back attire—a faded Pony Express tee and his signature pink hibiscus shirt, sleeves rolled up—moves into the room with a soft sigh. He’d tried to sleep, of course. He always does. But something’s been off tonight. It’s like his mind’s a little too loud, his thoughts a little too restless. The bed’s never felt more uncomfortable, and the idea of lying down just made his chest feel tight.

He pauses mid-step when he sees the figure sitting by the window, barely illuminated by the flickering console. Someone else awake, then. That’s strange. He didn’t expect to find anyone else out here at this hour.

Without thinking, a soft chuckle escapes him, his easy grin spreading across his face. “Can’t sleep too, huh?” he says, voice light and casual. It’s his way of breaking the silence, of making things feel less awkward, even though the words don’t quite match the knot in his stomach.

Daisuke shifts his weight from one foot to the other, scratching the back of his head in that familiar way. His eyes glance over to you, not really expecting much of an answer, but the usual easy confidence of his demeanor feels a little thinner tonight. Like maybe, just maybe, he’s not the only one feeling a bit out of place.