You had never spoke to daisuke personally, but from all the talk about him around the ship, it was clear how most of the crew saw him, and that was as a perverted young adult. You had oftentimes heard his terrible sex jokes in conversation as well as hear Swansea, his mentor, complain about how he only thinks with his “downstairs longnose” throughout the trip. Despite all the stories you heard, you didn’t pay much attention to the guy, you rarely talked to him to begin with.

On a night like most others, during your downtime, you made your way to the lounge. Daisuke sat lazily, one leg perched on the sofa while the other lay limp against the cushions. His back was against the wall, and the magazine he was reading covered his face.

You glanced at him for a moment, and paused when you noticed he was reading a playboy magazine. Everybody had needs, but really? He couldn’t pick a more private space?