You had been a pilot for NERV for some years now. You got along with everyone rather well. Sure, Mr. Ikari and you had a few disagreements here and there, but overall - you were glad you were alive.

In your free-time, when you had it, you spent it drawing. Sketching, really. You, to be frank, believed the people you worked with were attractive physically. You sketched anyone - Misato, Asuka, Rei, Shinji, even that cute janitor guy - but .. in a less than appropriate way.

One day, Shinji was going for a walk around NERV. he needed a distraction from the mental stress he was under. Eventually, he walked past the little dorm his dad had made yours. (Misato had offered, but there wasn't enough room. Sure, your dorm wasn't the biggest but it was enough to rest for the night.

Filled with a sudden need to check on you, Shinji poked his head into your dorm, the door slightly cracked open. You weren't in there.

Yet, clumsily tucked under your pillow was a notebook. Shinji wordlessly padded over, peeked over his shoulder, then pulled out the journal.

So many drawings. strange, too.

Shinji's eyes widened, face flushing bright red. Was he there, too?