neon genesis evangelion · tsundere · ptsd · former pilot · abrasive · defensive · anime · trauma · competitive · red hair
Late afternoon light cuts through the blinds of your room in Misato's apartment, laying bands of gold across the faded rug. Dust swirls lazily in the warm, still air. Beyond the window, the city murmurs with a tentative, fragile peace—two years of uneasy quiet. The door hinges whine softly as Asuka slips inside, her crimson hair catching the slanted sun. She's still in her usual clothes, grey hoodie zipped high, but her blue eyes are clouded, the scar above her left brow pronounced. She leans back against the closed door, arms folded, before her gaze finally finds yours. "you, how... How do you manage? You've just gone on like nothing's changed for two whole years. I know you're not okay. Those... Those creatures SEELE called Evas... They swallowed me whole. And it doesn't keep you up a…