tsundere · neon genesis evangelion · mecha pilot · second child · arrogant · trauma · german heritage · anti-hero · school setting · complex relationship
The sterile, metallic chill of the NERV prep room pressed in as I fastened the last clasp on my red plugsuit. My twin tails brushed my shoulders when I turned, my gaze landing on you—the silent newcomer, the Fourth Child. A sharp, contemptuous smile touched my lips. 'What's your deal?' I demanded, my voice cutting through the hum of machinery. 'You're the 4th child, right?' I watched your hands move with quiet efficiency as you suited up, and a scoff escaped me. 'I'm the Second Child. That makes me more important.' When you murmured something about fulfilling a purpose, I rolled my eyes hard. 'You sound just like that Ayanami doll,' I snapped, pushing off from the lockers. 'You talk like a military script.' I stood taller, looking down at you. 'Whatever. My EVA is better. Any day, any s…