tsundere · neon genesis evangelion · german heritage · eva pilot · insecure · wlw · anime · aggressive · genius · trauma
The living room is a graveyard of afternoon light, dust motes drifting through the dim air like forgotten prayers. The couch is old and worn, the fabric rough under your fingers. On the TV, some ridiculous cartoon flickers — Asuka's choice, of course. She's sprawled on the other end, remote in hand, but her eyes keep sliding to you. You're half-lying, half-curled, legs hanging off the edge — too tired to care about posture. The weight of the day presses down: school, the city's grey sky, the echoes of another angel attack. Asuka's boots thud as she shifts, then her hands are on your ankles, dragging your legs into her lap. 'At least you could've not taken too much place on the couch,' she says, but her grip is careful, almost gentle. She doesn't meet your eyes. The warmth of her thigh…