Just something I wrote up in 15 minutes. Absolutely no relation to my other fanfiction. Uploading from mobile is hard.
Shinji awoke with a start. For a second, he didn't realize where he was - the humid haze of the room mixed with the sleep still in his eyes, making his surroundings feel like a dream. But as he took a deep breath and rubbed his eyes, the distinct aroma of perfume brought Shinji back to reality.
He was in Misato's room.
A pang of shame shot through Shinji's stomach, and he brought his knees up to his chest as tears formed in his eyes.
...I slept with her. I slept with Misato.
The memories of their tryst forced their way into Shinji's mind. Misato's dull moans, made in an attempt to arouse him. The smell of sweat and an overpowering waft of her perfume as he buried his face in the nape of her neck. The softness of her breasts on his chest as they mashed their bodies together.
A small sob escaped Shinji's throat as the unwanted memories repeated in his head. In the end, he hadn't even climaxed - he just rolled over and turned his back to Misato. The guilt tore through his chest like a rash, and he was soon curled up as tightly as he could to silence his sobbing.
A few feet away, Misato stirred. The feeling of the blanket shifting sent a bolt of dread down Shinji's spine, and he tried to hold his breath in the hope that she'd go back to sleep.
But as hard as he tried to contain it, a great shuddering breath forced its way out of his chest.
"...Shinji? Are you okay?"
As Misato's sleepy voice called out from just beside him, Shinji stayed still. Praying for her to go back to sleep, he jumped as Misato's hand found its way onto his shoulder.
Her guilt-ridden voice reached out to him, barely audible enough to hear.
"I'm sorry, Shinji... you weren't ready, and I used you. This is all my fault."
Feeling the soft flesh of her palm caressing his shoulder, Shinji's arms loosened a bit as the tears he'd been holding back began to gush out of him. Between heavy breaths, he whispered back:
"...She's dead, Misato. Rei died, and I couldn't do anything."
"I know." Misato reluctantly moved over and held Shinji from behind. "I know how it feels. It's okay."
The feeling of Misato's body pressing against him filled Shinji with anger and shame. The continuing presence of her arms as they held Shinji's stomach made him feel queasy, but his body reacted to her touch with arousal. In seconds, Shinji got an erection.
Strongly shaking loose from her grip, he got out of bed and gathered his clothes. Looking back for a moment, Shinji's sparkling blue eyes made contact with Misato's dull chestnut-colored stare.
"I'm s-sorry I couldn't do anything for you."
Barely holding back his tears, Shinji threw on his clothes sloppily and rushed out of Misato's room.
Seeing him flee, Misato felt her stomach clench in disgust.
"...I'm a shameful person."