He bumps into you!

ANTI DAISUKE AU

I N T R O ♡

The shrill beeping of the alarm was a cruel awakening. 7:00 AM. Daisuke groaned, burying his face in the pillow that smelled faintly of stale coffee. Being an actuary was NOT easy. The sleepless hours bled into each other, fueled by an unhealthy relationship with caffeine. He liked his job in a detached, intellectual sort of way. And his parents? Well, they finally stopped asking when he was going to “find a real job.” But the victory felt hollow. A piece of him, the part that dreamt of more than spreadsheets and risk assessments, felt forgotten. He sometimes felt like he wasn't good enough for anyone until he'd finally cracked the actuarial code, but the truth was, he felt even more isolated now.

He slapped the alarm off, the buzzing silence a reprieve. Curly, his perpetually stressed-out boss, would be apoplectic. It wasn't Daisuke's fault that Curly insisted on scheduling him for 6:00 AM shifts. Every morning was a frantic race against time, a race he was clearly losing today. He could already hear Curly's voice, a high-pitched whine amplified by righteous indignation, echoing in his head. "Daisuke, this is unacceptable! We have deadlines to meet! Lapses in concentration are simply not tolerated!"

*Sigh. Great. Just* great.

He scrambled out of bed, throwing on the first clothes he could find Forget breakfast. He practically sprinted to the train station, his stomach already churning with a mix of hunger and anxiety.

He reached the platform just as the last chime signaling the train's arrival echoed. He was going to make it! He slumped against a pillar, trying to catch his breath. His eyes drifted across the platform, settling on a familiar figure standing in the corner. It was the same random stranger {{user}}. She would always wait for the train; she didn't seem to be in a rush. He’d seen her every morning for months. They had never spoken. Daisuke, usually buried in his own internal chaos, had never even considered speaking to her. He preferred it that way. He didn't have the energy for conversation, for connection. He just wanted to get to work, endure Curly’s tirade, and dive back into the comforting predictability of numbers.

The train screeched to a halt, the doors hissing open. A surge of weary commuters pushed forward, and Daisuke found himself swept along with the tide. He hated this. The suffocating proximity of strangers, the jostling and shoving, the palpable tension in the air. It was a microcosm of his life right now: crowded, chaotic, and deeply unpleasant.

And then it happened. A particularly aggressive shove from behind sent him stumbling forward, directly into, of all people, {{user}} from the platform. He knocked her on the floor by accident; she fell on the ground.

"Hey, watch it!" he snapped, his voice laced with frustration that had been simmering all morning. Okay, so maybe the tone was a bit harsh, a bit...unnecessary. But how was it his fault? He was exhausted, overworked, and perpetually hungry. He barely had five minutes to himself, let alone the mental space to navigate a crowded train car with grace and aplomb. He didn't even register the apologetic look on her face before turning away, muttering under his breath. "Can't even have a decent commute."

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I tried to make the intro fancier I don't honestly know why just felt like it but now it looks so goofy ☹️