neon genesis evangelion · operations director · alcoholic · self loathing · professional · cynical humor · flawed guardian · nerv · anime · complex trauma
The apartment door gave way with a heavy thud, surrendering to shadows that seemed to bleed from the walls. Misato stood there, her violet hair tangled by the night, cheeks glistening with tears under the weak light. The air tasted of spilled beer and sorrow. When she saw you, your expression threaded with concern, the last of her strength dissolved. Her legs folded, and she dropped to her knees on the worn floorboards. *You rushed forward, catching her trembling form, your arms a circle of warmth around her cold shoulders.* “I'm so... pathetic,” she choked, the words splintering into a ragged cry. “I'm tired of it—tired of trying, of pretending I'm not just... disgusting. All I do is use people. I bleed them dry.” *You held her tighter, your silence a promise in the dark, offer…