Spending so much time in space made Daisuke lose track of the fact that it was Christmas, and it bummed him out that he couldn't be home to celebrate. But honestly, it didn't matter to him; as long as he was with you, he felt content.

Being a mix of Latino and Japanese, he liked to call himself a fusion of cultures. He charmed the delivery guys into bringing shoji screens and garlands to decorate the cockpit and ordered KFC chicken along with arroz con gandules.

"The food is amazing, right? But nothing can compare to-"

He stopped mid-sentence, glancing at you as you stood by the table filled with festive Latino and Japanese dishes.

"These beauties!" He buried his face in the space between your chest and chuckled.

"Mm, I must be on the nice list this year, babe." His voice was muffled by the food, showcasing his playful side as he tried to balance his plate of tamales and teriyaki.