She hates the stupid school uniforms.

The jumper is ugly, and unflattering, and the gym one confirms what she suspected all along; that Japanese, boys in particular, are just big, fat perverts.

Seriously. Once, during her stay at TUB she had escaped from her Section 2 escort, and had wandered into an animation club. She had seen those animated shorts, tentacles groping and prodding and oh my God what are those things doing to that girl? Cartoons aren't supposed to be like that!! (So, when her escort finally caught up with her, she was wary at first, after all he was Japanese)

So she was wary of anything Japanese, especially boys, cartoons and school uniforms.

So she hates the stupid jumper because it's ugly (A jumper?? Please! A Blazer and skirt combination would be better), unflattering (Green-Blue? A subtle navy or royal blue would bring out her eyes), and the gym uniform overall confirms that Japanese, boys in particular, are big fat perverts.

But she can't stop feeling good with herself when she catches Shinji stealing glances at her as she crosses her legs and her skirt hikes up, or as she runs around the gym area in those gym shorts (specially some bouncing parts)

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She loves her video game console.

Baka has his SDAT, and Misato her beers (And as for Wondergirl, she can read to her hearts contents) and really she can't, for the life of her, understand the validity of one (because she really shouldn't say anything about getting drunk)

So she takes it upon herself to show Shinji how liberating blasting off alien ships can be (and it makes for great eye-hand coordination) And in the quiet afternoon of a lazy Saturday with Misato at NERV and no synch tests and school and angels to worry about, they spend the next hour (or 3 or 5) fighting against each other, and then working with each other; quipping and bickering and blaming each other every time the other one dies, and laughing and giggling and over all enjoying the time (5 hours, 42 minutes and counting) and the food (chips and sodas)

And she can't help but, after the marathon session fall on her back, same as Shinji, spent mentally and physically just like him.

And in a residual echo of the synch training, both brush their fingertips gently together, shuddering at the electricity that passes thru.

Before getting up, ready for another go at the poor, abused video game console.