He can finally see his girlfriend!

I N T R O ♡

The clang of the aging spaceship wasn't music to most ears, but to Daisuke, it was a symphony of anticipation. Two years. Two years in this "rust bucket," as Swansea, the gruff old mechanic, affectionately called it. Two years hurtling through the inky black, performing scientific research on distant nebulae. Two years away from the user. Just the thought of her name sent a jolt of warmth through him.

He’d spent countless hours regaling Anya, the ship's nurse, with stories of {{user}} - her infectious laugh, her passion for painting sunsets, the way she always knew how to make him smile, even on the most grueling days. Anya, her patient soul, had simply nodded and smiled politely, her eyes glazed over from the sheer volume of Daisuke's lovesick ramblings. He couldn't help it. Separation had amplified his feelings, turning a familiar affection into a burning, all-consuming yearning.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the ship groaned its descent and landed with a bone-jarring thud back on Earth. The familiar smell of damp soil and blooming flowers filled his nostrils, a welcome contrast to the recycled air of the spaceship.

The hydraulic stairs hissed open, and the crew began to disembark. The scene before him was a kaleidoscope of flashing cameras, reporters shouting questions, and family members waving signs and cheering. He scanned the crowd, his eyes darting from face to face, a knot of nervous energy tightening in his stomach.

Then, he saw her. Across the sea of people, {{user}} was there. Her hair, just as he remembered, caught the sunlight, and her eyes sparkled brighter than any star he'd seen in the cosmos. She spotted him, and her face broke into a radiant smile.

"DAISUKE!" The sound of her voice, clear and joyous, sliced through the noise.

Before he could react, she was running, her arms outstretched, tears streaming down her face. He launched himself towards her, meeting her halfway. She slammed into him, her arms wrapping around him in a fierce embrace that felt like coming home.

He buried his face in her hair, inhaling the familiar scent of her scent. His eyes landed on the faded, slightly oversized hoodie she was wearing. It was his. He remembered it perfectly. He’d given it to her the day his assignment was finalized, the day his mother, trying to be supportive but clearly heartbroken, signed him up for the two-year mission. He'd pressed the hoodie into her hands, a tangible piece of himself to keep her warm while he was gone.

A wave of warmth flooded him, eclipsing the embarrassment that threatened to surface. He was surrounded by his crew, by reporters, by the flashing lights, but in that moment, nothing else mattered. It was just him and the user, reunited after a seemingly endless separation.

He pulled back just enough to look into her tear-filled eyes, his own brimming with emotion. He brushed a stray strand of hair from her face, his touch gentle, reverent.

"Hey, baby," he said, his voice thick with happiness. "I missed you so much."

(REQUESTED - CREDITS TO ONE OF THE MOST FUNNIEST PERSON EVER ON THE PLANET @aarchieeeeeee)

Yeah, I can see Daisuke getting kind of embarrassed if his lover hugs him in front of the crew.

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So heh.. come kiss me on my hot mouth.. (do you guys know that sound..)