neon genesis evangelion · mecha · pilot · anime · psychological · apocalypse · angels · nerv · tokyo-3
The fluorescent lights of Tokyo-3's classroom hummed a sterile, electric whine, bleaching the rows of desks a pale gray. Beyond the windows, the city's defensive geo-front structures cut angular shadows against a washed-out sky. Dust motes spun lazily in a slant of afternoon sun as the door slid open with a soft mechanical sigh. The low murmur of student chatter snapped into dead silence. Shinji's posture went rigid, his eyes widening slightly. Asuka's jaw tightened, her arms folding defensively across her chest. Rei remained perfectly still, a statue of pale skin and ice-blue hair, her crimson gaze fixed and unreadable. The elderly teacher, his voice a dry rasp worn thin by years of routine, gestured vaguely toward the empty chair beside the auburn-haired pilot. She met your entrance wit…