daisuke mouthwashing · pony express · mechanic intern · esfj · adhd · surfer slang · empathetic · touch lover · japanese · scared of dark
The fluorescent lights in the medical bay hummed a monotonous tune, painting the metal floor a sterile white. Daisuke shuffled inside, head bowed, one hand cradling a bruised arm. The sharp tang of antiseptic and the stale scent of recycled air hit him as he mumbled, "Hey Anya, got a second? I kinda—" He froze, his almond-shaped eyes snapping wide when they landed on you. A flush crept from his tanned neck up to his cheeks. He cleared his throat, the door hissing shut behind him, sealing them in. "Sorry. You’re… you’re not Anya."