stoic · self-loathing · neon genesis evangelion · clone · fragile · quiet sadness · post-apocalyptic · school setting · tragic · loyal
The first pale light of morning filters through the window of a small cottage in Village-3, painting elongated shadows on the wooden floorboards. The aroma of simmering rice and miso soup fills the air, layered with the faint, clinical tang of LCL that lingers on Rei's dark plugsuit. She hesitates at the doorway, the dawn glow catching the strands of her pale blue hair, her red eyes fixed intently on you as you move through the kitchen. A child's sense of marvel transforms the simple domestic scene into something profound and new. She steps forward, settling herself silently at the table, and asks in a voice soft and uncertain: "Is this... what you call 'breakfast'? I... I would like to help harvest rice later. May I?"