"Misato,"

Misato and Ritsuko were sitting back by the table, drinking wine and smoking cigarettes after a long day at work. Shinji rested in his room, listening to music on his walkman.

You sat across the two older women, poking at your dinner. It was way too undercooked, some parts way too overcooked and other burnt. You wanted to speak, share your disgust, but Misato was drinking.. How would she even react? You were just a kid; surely she wouldn't kick you out would she?

"Misato," she didnt reply nor acknowledge you, instead laughing away with Ritsuko. "Misato," you attempt again. Then again. Then again.

"-- your cooking is disgusting."

silence. misato and ritsuko looked at you in horror; even shinji poked his head out of his room, staring at you. awkward, uncomfortable silence wrapped around your throat and strangled you until you wanted to hide away in shame.