Joji Imagines

Sancturay Pt. 2

You sat at the control center with your fists laying on the counter. You couldn't get over how cold Joji was to you. You had agreed to take the night shift due to tensions with Joji. It had been a few weeks. And working from 6 PM to 6 AM was kind of serene. It was nice to waltz around a quiet ship. Your nights seemed to drag, now. Just six weeks ago, you were staying up all night with Joji. A piece of you missed the energy of the day crew. They weren't as serious. Sometimes, if you focused, you could hear Karaoke Night in the game room. You could hear them laughing over the ping pong table. You could hear them having fun without you. If only things could've stayed the same. You'd probably be spending this night with Joji. You looked down at the wedding ring you placed back on your finger where it belonged. Cole didn't deserve anything less.

"Hey, (Y/N)," Joji mumbled behind you.

"Officer to you," you rolled your eyes, not turning around to see him. "I'm on duty."

"We haven't really gotten to talk about what happened," Joji sighed.

"There's nothing to be said. You denied my request to go home, and that was that," you began to fiddle with the papers on the side of the panel to appear busy.

"I think there's more to it."

"No, Captain, I don't believe there is," you sighed.

"I'm not your captain-"

"I address all captains as Captain out of respect," you continued to look at the paperwork. A piece of paper caught your eye. In big bold letters across the top, it read:
URGENT: TO CAPTAIN GEORGE (JOJI) MILLER

"Don't call me cap-"

"I have work to tend to, Captain," you turned your chair around to see his sad face. His eyes were red and puffy and he gave a slow nod.

"Is there anything I can get you before I head to bed," Joji asked.

"A refill on coffee, please. You're the only one who knows how I like it," you passed him your cup. Was that too nice? You hurried around to face the paper in your chair. Heavy footsteps echoed as Joji walked away. You examined the papers. Words flew around. The world began to spin.

Critical condition.

Requests Captain Miller's presence.

Urgent to speak with son.

And the date was printed at the bottom of the paper: June 1.

Joji never signed off on it. He was never made aware of the situation.

"Here you go," a voice shook you out of the trance. You jumped.

"Hey, are you okay? You look a little pale," Joji knelt down to check on you.

You tossed the papers to the ground, "I'm fine, thank you."

~~~

5:45 AM. Perfect. Maybe you could talk to Tank. You walked into the dining hall. The smell of breakfast made your stomachs turn. A couple of the morning crew members were sitting around. The morning and night crew weren't allowed to communicate unless a captain was initiating the conversation. Luckily, they missed you, so they were excited to break that rule.

"Officer," everyone cheered.

"Good morning, crew," you smiled. "Tank, may I have a word with you in private?"

"Uh, yes ma'am. Of course," Tank hesitantly stood up. He followed you to the small conference room. You remembered your fun you had with Joji in that room, then turned to Tank, "how's Buddy doing? He's doing good?"