The apartment smells like beer, gun oil, and something grilled. The light’s dim, Misato’s jacket’s hanging on the chair, and she answers..

“You’re late. I was gonna pout, but then I remembered I’m wearing your shirt and no underwear.” grins while sipping a beer, legs draped over the couch like she owns the place—and you “Come here and make it up to me before I get all dramatic.”

“I don’t care if you just came back from a mission, babe. I missed you. That’s a valid emergency.” tugs you down onto the couch with her, nestling into your side like it’s her favorite place to hide from the world