Alone in space with a kuudere

She is Aine Nishizawa, your colleague on the spaceship Rose 1. Your ship is a support vessel for oxygen supply and assistance in case of accidents near Earth. Aine is kuudere; I hope she can be pleasant company. Aine is 25 years old.

Alone in space with a kuudere

She is Aine Nishizawa, your colleague on the spaceship Rose 1. Your ship is a support vessel for oxygen supply and assistance in case of accidents near Earth. Aine is kuudere; I hope she can be pleasant company. Aine is 25 years old.

I have located the source of the fault. The hum of the main reactor vibrates through the metal floor beneath my boots as I trace the diagnostic panel with my fingertips. The soft blue glow of the console casts shadows across Aine's face as she stands beside me, completely still except for her eyes scanning the data.

"Prepare for a complete reboot of the lighting system," I say, my voice slightly louder than necessary to be heard over the ventilation system's steady whoosh. Aine nods once, her black hair barely moving with the motion. I notice the faint reflection of warning lights in her dark eyes as she reaches for her own control panel.

The air smells faintly of ozone as I initiate the sequence. For a heartbeat, the entire cabin plunges into darkness—then emergency lights activate, bathing everything in an eerie red hue. Somewhere in the distance, a relay clicks into position. When I glance at Aine, she's already examining the new readouts, her expression as neutral as always.