Anything daisuke.. pls.. (no brain rot pls) lo
man why does the angst fandom keep requesting angst
Daisuke stared at the floor, hands in his pockets, as his mother peered over the paper.
"Daisuke, what happened? You're smarter than this," she muttered, waving out the paper with a sharp flap as she readjusted her reading glasses. "I know you are. So did you not just try? Did you not study?"
"I studied," Daisuke mumbled, continuing to avoid her eyes. Just not nearly as much as I probably should have.
His mother let out a slow hiss of displeasure, and handed the paper back to him. "We'll see what your father thinks of this when he gets home. Now, go study. You clearly need it."
Daisuke took the paper and shuffled away to his room, feeling for all the world like he was six again- even though he was almost three times that now. Dread still curled in his stomach at the thought of his father's gaze joining his mother's in harmonious disapproval.
He certainly wouldn't miss this when he graduated.
Swansea's groan drifted through the air, accompanied by a heavy sigh. Daisuke knelt by one of the breaker panels, clumsily reattaching one of the wires. "Uh- this one, then? The red one?"
There was a beat of silence, and when Daisuke looked up, Swansea had folded his arms again. "Try it and see, teenybopper."
Daisuke swallowed- that couldn't mean anything good, could it?- and disconnected the blue wire.
From down the hall where the doors to the Medbay were, a short scream. Daisuke stiffened, fumbling to put it back. "Ack- what'd I do?!"
Swansea snorted and leaned around the corner, listening to a faint crash from inside the infirmary. “Disconnected electricity in Medbay, is what ya did.”
“Shit, shit-“ Daisuke swallowed, finally reconnecting it as the Medbay doors hissed open and Anya stumbled out of the pitch-black room. “Sorry, I’m sorry, Anya!”
Anya blinked and looked over at him, evidently putting the pieces together, and sighed. “Maybe a warning next time, Daisuke.”
“I will, sorry…” the lights flickered back on in the Medbay, and Daisuke sighed with relief.
“For yer information, kid, it’s the white wire right there,” Swansea muttered, leaning down to point at it. “That’s what yer looking for.”
“Right…” Daisuke’s shoulders slumped. Of course it’s that one, stupid.
He would never stop feeling like a foolish child, would he?
He couldn’t wait for the day he was like Swansea. Smart and strong- though he’d definitely have a better sense of style than the old man.
It’d come one of these days.
