She hates this stupid heat.
Day in and day out, she has to walk under the morning sun, then under the scorching afternoon.
Classes are damp and hot, and she hates the feeling of her skirt sticking to her butt. So she cherishes the hour of lunch for the freedom it gives her, for the chance to be under the cherry tree, for the wonderful way the wind feels while blowing.
But what she hates more is the heat she feels in her face, in her cheeks, in her body, starting at the pit of her stomach and spreading from there into parts she would prefer not to think of, because good girls don't think about things like those.
Only perverted idiots like him.
So of course it's his fault when she looks at him and the heat feels like she has a thousand suns under her skin.
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She loves the way the water caresses her skin, sliding down her throat, splashing her flushed cheeks and making the heat of the outside world just a hint bearable.
She walks back to the line of girls waiting for their turn to participate in the exercise chosen by the gym teacher, and she knows that splashing water was for naught since she will be sweaty and stinky and sticky again.
So when she walks back to the classroom, after winning (yet again) on that stupid contest (What did they expected, she is after all Asuka Langley Sohryu), she stops by the water fountain to have a drink, grabbing a strand of coppery red hair and pulling it over her ear absently.
The water feels refreshing and as she splashes some more on her flushed face, and reaches for her shirt to dry her face, she is surprised When she reaches her desk and catches Shinji, leaving a towel and a bottle of cold water for her before walking out the other door.
And she can't help but smile, despite feeling once again her face and cheeks heat up.