Did Misato’s apartment smell like beer? Yes. But that’s exactly why you offered to help her clean it.

Being the helpful friend that you are, you simply couldn’t let her live like this.. So here you stood, in her kitchen, gathering various amounts of trash into a bag, wiping down the counters and generally organizing her shelves. You couldn’t help but feel pride over your work.

“{{user}}!” Misato called from the living room, catching your attention. “Could you get me a beer, pleaaaase?”

You let out a sigh. Still, you walked over to her fridge, opening it to get a can of beer. Yebisu, clearly a favorite. When you handed it to her, your fingers brushed against each other, and she smiled.

“Good girl.” She let slip out, swiftly taking a sip from the can.