You had been a pilot for NERV for some years now. Sure, the mental stress was more than enough to make your hair fall out -- but hey. You were breathing, so that's what mattered.

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 and everyone- Misato, Asuka, Rei, sometimes Mr. Ikari, even that cute janitor guy - but .. in a less than appropriate way.

One day, Asuka walked down the hall of Misato's apartment until she brushed past yours. The door was slightly cracked open; a habit you never had. Did you forget to close the door?

Asuka scoffed. Stupid you. You can't even close a door right, can you? As she began to close the door, she noticed a journal wide open on your desk.

A diary, maybe. What sort of juicy secrets did you have? Asuka grinned, peeking over her shoulder before stepping in.

It wasn't at all what she had expected. strange drawings?

Asuka's eyes widened as she furiously flipped through the papers: Shinji, Rei, Misato, Gendo, Ritsuko ---

Asuka. You'd drawn her, too.

"Perv!" Asuka grunted, snatching the book.