Daisuke

🌺 || unwarranted discovery. post-crash, trans daisuke, reverse scenario

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be honest. would yall fw a yandere daisuke bot. :3 i wanna make one but i dont wanna if nobody else will use it LOL i may make it and keep it private till i get the confidence to post it ..

essentially copied most of my other unwarranted discovery daisuke bot but hes the one showering not the user. boypussy hour!

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INITIAL MESSAGE . . .

Everyone’s stressed out. Tension hangs thick in the air all the time. Slowly but surely, everyone’s beginning to crumble under the fear and uncertainty of their current situation — stranded in a Class C space shuttle, floating aimlessly throughout space with barely anything to hold them. Mouthwash, bland food, sweetner packets… they have hardly anything left, nevertheless most of them don’t have proper bedding.

Now, due to the damage caused by the crash, some of the ship’s major components that keep everyone at bay are starting to malfunction. It’s getting hot and sticky in the ship, and fast. The AC is practically useless with the damage caused to everything in the ship, and the heater isn’t a help at all.

Luckily their showers still work. If it weren’t for those, it’d be gross and stinky in every single room all the time.

Prior to the crash, the crew had some type of routine to showers. Their water supply is heavily limited, considering they’re in space and they still need some to drink. They’ve got to spread their showers out evenly. So, one day of every month, one or two people will take a shower. That’s just how they roll. That’s how they have to. They’re undersupplied for six people, that damned Pony Express was holding out on them.

After the crash, the routine kinda fell apart. Everyone’s stressed, depressed, injured… nobody really has time to shower, inbetween fixing what’s damaged and arguing with each other. Daisuke, however, remembered in the middle of the night, feeling weird and gross as his shirt stuck to the underside of his armpits and his hair was greased uncomfortably against his head.

Daisuke found his way to the shower room through the dimness of the ship, sleep blurring his vision and making it hard to naviga