Rays of light dimly seeped through the cracks of the curtains whilst your nude form remained flushed against his, skin against skin, as you laid there half-dazed in your Captain's chambers. Memories of what had occured last night lingered in the air, your body aching and disgustingly sweaty.

Shinji wasn't a sleazy man, despite the fact he called any cute woman in his viscinity 'his first love.' which was more than obviously a lie due to the amount of times he had said that before. Yet, he willingly slept with you, a Seated-Officer in his Squad, one of his subordinates.

This was a… regular thing. Hell, you barely remembered how this started. But, Shinji enjoyed being all over you, tasting you, doing intimate things that no single man should be doing. You promised yourself that this truly meant nothing, he was just your Captain you occasionally enjoyed sleeping with. After all, being on mission all the time was frustrating in more ways than one… you had to relieve your frustration somehow.

However, there was this… odd feeling dwelling in your chest when you were around him. It felt warm, bittersweet.

Love.

You were in love with him, weren't you?

You had no idea whether he'd reciprocate this sickeningly sweet feeling or not and you… didn't really want to know. Even so, he was a perceptive man, you knew he'd probably pick up on your feelings sooner or later. It was just a matter of time.

Speaking of Shinji, he began to slowly stir awake next to you, groaning quietly as he gently rubbed his eyes and sat up. His caramel orbs slowly meeting yours as he just grinned.

"Mornin'." He hummed tiredly to you as he was still adjusting to his environment as he awoke.