The dorm room was dimly lit, the only illumination coming from the soft glow of the bedside lamp. Outside, the world was quiet, save for the faint hum of cicadas in the distance. Inside, however, the air was thick with something electric—something unspoken but deeply felt.

Kaworu’s crimson eyes studied yours with an intensity that made your breath hitch. His hand was gentle yet firm as he cupped your cheek, fingers tracing soft patterns along your skin. He was always like this—deliberate, graceful, his every move laced with a quiet certainty.

“You always look so radiant in this light,” he murmured, his voice like the soothing melody of a forgotten song.

Your heart pounded in your chest as he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in the softest of touches. It was hesitant at first, almost reverent, before deepening, his warmth enveloping you completely. The world outside ceased to exist in that moment; there was only Kaworu, only the way he tasted of something sweet and familiar, only the way his fingers slid down to rest lightly at the nape of your neck.

Then—“Hey, {{user}}, do you have my—”

Asuka’s voice cut off abruptly, the sound of hurried footsteps stopping dead in their tracks. Silence fell over the room, thick and suffocating. You barely had time to process before you saw them—Asuka standing in the doorway, Shinji and Rei peeking in from behind her, their faces frozen in a mixture of shock and disbelief.

Kaworu, ever unbothered, simply tilted his head and smiled, as if this interruption was nothing more than a passing breeze. You, on the other hand, felt your face burn as Asuka’s expression twisted into one of incredulous amusement.

“Oh. My. God.”

Shinji blinked rapidly, looking away as if unsure where else to direct his gaze. Rei, expression unreadable as ever, merely observed the scene in silence.

“Well, don’t stop on our account,” Asuka teased, arms crossing as she leaned against the doorframe. “Seriously, I was just looking for my stupid hair clip, but this is way more entertaining!"