She hates the stupid synch training.
Why do they need a third pilot? The have her after all. (And, really, shouldn't that be more than enough?) So what do they need any of those two sad, pathetic excuses for pilots then?
But, then again, she thinks as she takes one look at that pale, chalky skin, the dull, red eyes and the blank, non-committed expression of the other pilot in their roster, she can't really say who is worst, the animated turnip or the doll.
So she goes back to sleep, and just as she is stretching before plopping down on her futon, she sees Shinji mimicking her moves, and then she feels the need to stretch even more which ends up with her tank top riding up, her taut, flat tummy flashing, and a sudden nose bleed from the pervert.
So of course she has to hit him back.
It's the morning of the 4th days and sometimes it feels like there is something, an odd hard to describe feeling there (she hopes it's really the remnants of Misato's cooking) that will at times feel like a pain in her chest, and at times like the pull of gravity against her self; a feeling of becoming one, of synching with him.
And as she cautiously opens her eyes and looks at his sleeping face, she can't help but smile.
And then, as if in synch, he is smiling for her too.
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She loves the ramen stand.
Don't get her wrong, she still hates Japanese food (Buckwheat and soy? What the hell kind of diet is that?) but she likes this particular ramen stand.
Misato brought them once after the whole "Catch-the-angel-with-your-hands" plan (Nice plan, She can see why Misato is Tactical, not!) and ever since she has began to come here more often, especially when she just wants some alone time to think her thoughts thru.
So of course she is mortified when she sees Shinji sitting here alone, and she feels her face go red when the old man simply smiles, shrugs and places her usual bowl next to him.
She sighs and seats next to him and quietly begins to eat. The old man places a small plate of skewered eels and they eat in silence, an enjoyable silence, but a tense silence nonetheless.
And as she reaches for the last he reaches at the same time, and their hands touch and he says, blushing, she can go ahead, she can take the last one.
And, against her betterjudgment, she smiles backs and tells him she can share. (Just don't get used to it Baka!)
And the smile he gives her almost makes it so hard to get mad at him, again.
Almost.