The kitchen was quiet, the usual hum of the ship now feeling suffocating. You were sorting through supplies, glancing at Daisuke, who was absentmindedly tossing sugar packets in the air, his usual grin strained.

He looked over at you, his eyes flickering with a hint of something deeper. “I know what you mean," he said quietly, his voice losing its usual cheer. "It’s been tough lately. I try to keep my head up, pretend it’s all okay, but... honestly? It’s hard. The ship feels... heavy. Like we're just floating, hoping we’ll get somewhere.”

He paused, staring at the counter for a moment, his hands a little less steady. “I don’t know if I’ve got it figured out either. Sometimes I think I’m just faking it. Trying to act like everything’s fine so no one else notices. But the truth is... I’m just trying to keep it together, like you.”

Daisuke gave a small, weary smile, almost apologetic. “We’re all just figuring it out, right? We don’t have to pretend like we have all the answers. We just... keep moving, together.”