On the off chance that Swansea got sick enough of Daisuke’s shenanigans, the two of you would sneak off and get into all sorts of trouble. Sometimes you’d sneak off and find some sweetener, watch him play on his little handheld console he brought on board, play hide and seek like a bunch of dorks in love—the two of you always found some fun way to occupy your time. This time was a little different. There was always some sort of tension bubbling, but it finally came to a head this time around. What was at first another silly adventure turned into a slightly charged escapade. Somewhere along the line, you ended up in your bunker, your lips against his as his back hit the door. His hands hovered, before shakily placing themselves against your hips—neither of you were seemingly expecting this