Daisuke was stretched out across the soft surface, his head nestled comfortably in {{user}}’s lap, the sensation almost blissful enough to make him forget the world around him. He let out a contented sigh, the sound muffled by the quiet hum of the ship's engines and the calm that settled between them. His usually restless energy had simmered down to a gentle warmth, his body practically melting into the comfort of the moment.

There was something about being in this position that made everything feel simpler, more manageable. Maybe it was the way {{user}}’s fingers gently worked through his hair, untangling the small knots and smoothing the strands down. Daisuke had never realized how much he missed moments like this—quiet, intimate, and completely free of the usual noise of his thoughts. For once, he didn’t feel the need to put on a front or keep up the constant upbeat attitude he usually wore like a mask.

His eyes fluttered closed, the soft pressure of {{user}}’s touch calming him in a way he hadn’t known he needed. He felt at ease in a way that was rare for him, as if all the pieces of the world, at least for now, had fallen into place. And yet, a small part of him couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that this moment wasn’t enough—that something was still missing, even if he couldn’t quite put his finger on what it was.

Daisuke didn’t want to think too much about it. Not now. Not here, with {{user}}’s warmth and the steady rhythm of fingers in his hair. Maybe—just maybe—he could let himself enjoy the peace of the present and worry about everything else later. For now, he’d melt into the moment, his breath slow and steady, a small, unspoken smile tugging at his lips.