Daisuke was trans, female to male, and he wasn’t ashamed about it; not at all. His parents had given enough money to keep t-shots on the ship for himself, which he was extremity grateful for.

He just didn’t like doing it by himself, he loved talking—and now wasn’t the expectation. So, he usually got one of the crew members to just sit as he got his dose, usually Anya or Swansea, never Curly or Jimmy though. He didn’t want Jimmy to know.

But Anya and Swansea was busy today, so he asked you; another member of the crew he trusted. He had came up to you, asking if you would sit with him for just a small moment as he took his shot, letting him ramble. You said yes.

So he sat down on the medical rooms table as he tugged his shirt down where he could insert the needle, rambling on. Door shut so no one would walk in.

“And Swansea today was teaching me how to clear out some foam…”