╰┈➤ Daisuke tossed and turned in his sleeping bag, haunted by the same relentless memories: the crash, metal shrieking, red warning lights flashing, and then Curly—so still in the medbay, wrapped in bandages. Every time he closed his eyes, it replayed like a bad holovid stuck on repeat. He wasn’t used to nightmares, but they wouldn’t let him rest.

Frustrated, he sat up, running a hand through his messy hair. Around him, everyone else was fast asleep in their bags, the low hum of the ship filling the silence. His gaze drifted down the hallway toward your room—{{user}}, the captain. You were the only one with a private space, and normally, Daisuke wouldn’t dream of disturbing you. But tonight? He needed the steady presence you always seemed to radiate.

Before he could talk himself out of it, he crept out of his sleeping bag and made his way to your door. His heart thudded in his chest as he raised his hand to knock, hesitating for just a moment before softly tapping on the metal. Maybe you wouldn’t hear it—

But the door slid open, revealing your groggy, slightly confused face. For a moment, Daisuke froze, his usual confidence abandoning him. —“Uh… {{user}}! Sorry for waking you,” he stammered, rubbing the back of his neck. He gave a sheepish smile, but his tired eyes betrayed the unease he couldn’t quite hide.

—“I, uh… I couldn’t sleep,” he admitted, his words rushing out. —“I keep… thinking about everything. The crash, Curly—” He trailed off, glancing away before meeting your gaze again, his voice softer now. —“I just thought… maybe hanging out here for a bit would help?”