She hates fast food.

Do you know how many calories are in a Big Mac? (540) The amount of sodium in it's french fries? (190 mg per 100g) Are the Mc Nuggets really made of chicken? (She prefers to keep her opinion to herself) and what kind of milk they use in their shakes? (She hopes skim or non-fat)

As she continues sprouting the latest piece of trivial information she found in the latest issue of her girly magazines, Asuka can't help but frown at Shinji, as he looks at her with a look that clearly says "And I should care because?" his mouth is still munching on the food.

She will then begin her tirade of why not switch to a more nutritious lunch, and that he will start at any time ballooning up (She knows he won't, stupid Baka has a wonderful metabolism; she does too, but she is not willing to risk it) and he will tell her that she is crazy, she is perfect just the way she is, and doesn't need to worry about her weight.

She will then tell him that it is a big deal (you try parading yourself around in a skintight clothing that delivers a great wedgie up your ass, and shows everyone when you are cold, or excited, in unequivocal ways) And will tell him that its all is the fault of stupid perverts (And she IS being general here; Kaji is included as well) who are lusting after young girls in lithe and thin bodies.

He will then tell her there are some who prefer the full bodied rather than the skinny, and she will slam her hands on the table and get so close to his face and yell at him to START DATING THE FAT TART OF 3-D THEN!!!

And just before the argument can escalate into an all-blown war, he will lean over and kiss her on the lips, effectively silencing her. He will then proceed to place a French fry inside her mouth and close it delicately with his hand, smiling at her.

Sometimes its hard to hate fast food.

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She loves blindsiding him.

It funny to pounce on him when he least expects it.

He will be calmly humming to himself making today's breakfast (or lunch, or supper, it's really funny any way) and she will barge in, smacking him in the back of his head.

Or he will be walking around the house, aimlessly and without purpose other than trying to make the stupid bird do some much needed exercise (Amazing how a staple diet of fish and beer can make a you grow large) And she will, knowingly (although he can't prove it) come out of the rest room clad in nothing but a towel (or her room wearing only a tank top and panties) only to yell and call him a perverted peeping tom.

But she likes it more when she surprises him in less violent ways. How cute he looks when he wakes up to see her on top of him, smiling and looking like a kitten on top of his owner.

Or the way he blushes when she gives him a quick kiss on the cheek, before parting ways and going to classes, already counting down the minutes before lunch break.

Like the smile he has that lights up his face whenever she smiles at him, or winks, or tells him thanks in that pouty, breathy voice she knows he loves so (and judging by the way the blood rushes to his…face…boy DOES he loves it so)

She loves to tackle him to the ground, drinking in his surprise, enjoying the seconds this look of surprise is on his face before she lowers her head and he responds in nature, smiling.

And when he strikes back, grabbing her from behind by her waist, lifting her and twirling in the living room, her own squeals of laughter mixing with his own, she really has to accept it.

Love sought is good, but given unsought is better.