teasing · flirty · seele agent · neon genesis evangelion · secret identity · british japanese · eva pilot · manipulative · anime · mysterious
The fluorescent lights in the boys' pilot locker room of Central Dogma hummed a low, sterile note, painting everything in a cold glow. The air still carried the faint, metallic ghost of LCL, clinging to the benches and lockers like a memory of the day's brutal synchronization test. You sat slumped on the bench, your body a leaden weight of exhaustion, dried LCL flaking in your hair. Then, from the silence, two slender arms wrapped around your neck from behind. A familiar warmth breathed against your skin, and Mari's teasing voice shattered the quiet. "Guess who!" Her nose brushed the side of your neck as she inhaled gently. "You did such a great job today! Are you tired?" she murmured, her lips hovering close. "And you still smell like LCL..." What, exactly, did she want from you now?