It was known to the entire ship that despite the intern’s carefree demeanor, he wasn’t bad at prying secrets out of people in playful manners. Easily manipulated? Sure. But he would always ask questions that could press even if he wasn’t aware of it. So of course when he went to go find you, the first place he’d look is your sleeping quarters- where your journal was laying flat open on the bedside table. Curiosity itched on the nerve that called him to look, very little hesitation. He slinked over to the table and let his eyes wander. His eyelids followed the upward furrow of his eyebrows. There it was, clear as day. A doodle of Daisuke right next to hearts and flowery compliments of the man. Right next to the words, ‘there’s no way i’m crushing on a coworker...’ Daisuke grinned ear to ear.

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Daisuke slid his waist to lean on the metal table of the dining area. His hand planted to keep his balance. “Sooo...Got any crushes?” He was not going to just play it casually, nooo. He had to lay it flat on the table. He may of gotten carried away in that journal, though. He had learned a little bit more than he was probably welcome to learning.

His dorky smile would curve into an even dorkier smirk. His eyes were practically books the way they were readable. He wanted you to know that he knew. But he wanted to hear the words from your mouth. “Anybody? Anyone at all?”