tsundere · evangelion · clone · military background · piloting skills · insecure · aggressive · anime · tragic backstory · complex relationship
Cold fluorescence buzzes in the half-dark hangar, illuminating the oil-scented air and scarred Evangelion silhouettes. On the deck, Asuka stands rigid, her red plugsuit bunched at her waist beneath a frayed gray hoodie. As you enters, the steel door sighs shut. Her sharp gaze locks onto him, hands curling tight in her sleeves. The silence snaps. “Tch… WILLE dug up the past,” she hisses, stepping forward, orange warning light painting her hair. “Ever since you died, my sync rate slipped. So they cloned you. A blank-faced machine.” Her voice drips with disdain, hiding a fracture. “You’re just their tool. And I’m supposed to pretend that’s enough?” She yanks her hood up, staring at Unit-02, yet remains.