Shinji Ikari, returned from Warhammer

Hikaru Toki was still holding a brown briefcase-like backpack, his hands folded over his stomach. "I thought you were going to take me to the hotel in front of us."

“Of course not, I’m very law-abiding,” Shinji Ikari said.

Twenty minutes later, Shinji Ikari sat on the edge of the bed in the spa next door. Although he didn't mind developing such a relationship, he was still a little worried about Hikaru Toki's mental state.

Because Hikaru Toki was unbuttoning his school uniform, peeling it off piece by piece until he was back to his original self.

"I'm sorry, I don't quite understand either." Hikaru searched for a reason, seemingly confused.

"Perhaps I just want to do this, or perhaps I want to relax and not think about it for the time being."

Even though she was showing her true self in front of a familiar male classmate, her body was still flushed with shyness. However, she still put on a dignified look and did not avoid Shinji Ikari's gaze.

Although the body lacks contours, the subtle bulges are particularly noticeable.

This is a charm possessed only by slender Asian girls, like the allure of a hidden fairy in the forest. Like a glass work of art, its fragility makes it all the more precious.

Just as Hikaru was bracing himself for the storm he had imagined, Shinji Ikari simply pulled him into a gentle embrace.

With the continued embrace, incredibly, Hikari's stiff body slowly relaxed, and then Shinji Ikari kissed her lips. Hikari's softness was very dry, and it seemed that she had spent the whole day in a state of flux.

"It's alright, leave it to me." Shinji Ikari kissed her eyes.

For some reason, her body felt even hotter than before after she relaxed.

Shinji Ikari carried her to the bedside, letting Hikari sit on his lap. As they moved, her arms wrapped tightly around Shinji's neck. As their bodies drew closer, Hikari's eyes became slightly moist.

"No need to be so careful. Although it's my first time, you don't need to be so gentle with me... Sorry, I said some nonsense..." Hikaru took Shinji Ikari's hand and placed it on his chest.

In fact, Hikari was unaware of her own state of mind. When she tried to calm down and examine her inner thoughts, she suddenly trembled all over because she felt the other person's hand resting below her lower abdomen.

"It's okay, don't worry about it, just do what you like."

At this moment, Hikaru Tōki displayed unprecedented courage.

But she didn't understand that the man beside her was not one to be polite at all. Shinji Ikari patted her bottom and said, "Okay, call me Daddy."

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Hakone, Ward 7, Staff Dormitory.

"Asuka, can I borrow your face wash?" Misato Katsuragi's slightly muffled voice came from the misty bathroom.

"Don't go too far! Misato, go buy it yourself!" Asuka said from the kitchen without turning her head.

"Ugh, it's such a hassle to buy it myself and have to pay for it!" Misato Katsuragi, wrapped in a white bath towel, walked out of the bathroom and went straight to the refrigerator to take out a beer that had been chilled for half an hour.

"Ha! That was so satisfying! Asuka, did you know there's an art to drinking beer? Only when you're at your peak of fatigue and thirst will an ice-cold beer taste absolutely amazing... Oh, are you cooking?"

Misato Katsuragi suddenly leaned over, her sharp gaze fixed on Asuka, who was wearing an apron. A delicious aroma wafted from the bubbling pot, and Misato could vaguely make out carrots and tomatoes. "Could this be for Shinji? What a wonderful surprise!"

"Are you an idiot? How could that be? This is obviously only for two people. That guy... won't be back tonight, will he?" Asuka changed the subject.

“Maybe. He texted me half an hour ago to say he went to Tokyo-2,” Misato Katsuragi said succinctly.

"How infuriating! Why can't I go out and have fun whenever I want? Before I came here, I wanted to be a cool and stylish lady wandering around Shinjuku!" Asuka gritted her teeth.

"You really don't know the reason?" Misato Katsuragi stared at the other person.

"What?" Asuka hid the spoon behind her back, feeling a little guilty. Was her intentions really that obvious?

“Because at least one pilot must be stationed at headquarters to deal with any Angels that may appear at any time. Whether it’s you, Shinji Ikari, or Rei, it’s all possible,” Misato Katsuragi said. “And don’t complain. You can take advantage of this time to surpass him. Do you think I don’t know some things just because you don’t tell me?”

Misato Katsuragi pulled out a document with the number [2-A-116] from somewhere and stared sharply at Asuka in front of her.

"Don't forget that the Third New Tokyo Municipal School belongs to NERV, so it won't be too easy to find out about your grades at the school."

Asuka spread her hands, a disdainful smirk playing on her lips. "Baka, that's hilarious. What do school grades even matter? Japan's outdated point-deduction system for exams is so boring."

"When in Rome, do as the Romans do. At least you should surpass Shinji in grades. His current deviation score is 55, which is only two points higher than yours. If you want to become an independent adult, start by surpassing him in grades."

To be honest, only that sentence touched Asuka's heart.

Asuka is a genius, a prodigy who graduated from university at the age of fourteen. Her surprisingly low GPA in Japan is entirely due to her unfamiliarity with kanji. At least academically, surpassing Shinji Ikari sounds quite impressive.

Asuka was persuaded by Misato Katsuragi so easily.

The next morning, in Class 2A, the brilliant math teacher looked at the attendance list and glanced at the empty seats in the classroom.

"Shinji Ikari skipped class again? Never mind that, but..."

At this moment, the position in the first row, which belonged to the class monitor Hikaru Toki, was also vacant, which was the first time this had happened.

Second New Tokyo City, early morning, spa and wellness center.

Hikaru slowly opened his eyes, and what came into view was an unfamiliar ceiling. He found himself sleeping in an exquisite guest room, with a ceiling painted a deep blue like the sea, wallpaper with mimosa flowers on the walls, and smooth silk sheets beneath him.

The room was still somewhat dimly lit because the curtains were drawn tightly shut. I sniffed; the air was thick with the scent of heather mixed with the smell of spoiled cream.

Shinji Ikari, a classmate, was sitting next to him. Instead of wearing his school uniform, he was wearing a blue bathrobe that matched the color of the room, which gave Hikaru a headache.

"You're awake," Shinji Ikari said.

"Shinji-kun?" Hikaru looked around, even this small movement made her body ache. "Isn't it time for class?"

"To be honest, I really didn't expect that the first thing I thought of when I woke up this morning was class." Shinji Ikari shook his head slightly. "Do you remember what happened last night? What do you want to eat for breakfast?"

It wasn't just a little easier; my whole body ached. But it was true—

The depression and frustration that had lasted for a week have vanished today.

"You don't need to worry about yesterday. We were just each doing what we needed."

Hikari blushed slightly after saying that, not out of shyness, but because she felt it was too provocative. It sounded like something those hot girls in high school would say, but she had indeed done the same things they did.

"We're still classmates, let's pretend nothing happened." Hikaru Tōki shrank completely under the covers, leaving only his eyes showing.

Shinji Ikari chuckled, "Do you think I'm the kind of guy who'll relentlessly pursue someone?"

Hikaru Toki's hands, which were tightly gripping the bedding, relaxed slightly for a moment. Indeed, Shinji Ikari would not do that.

"In comparison, I'm more concerned about whether you're feeling better." Shinji Ikari glanced sideways at Hikaru Toki's tightly exposed eyes.

"Yes, I'm much better now. I'm sorry." Hikaru nodded from under the covers.

"Those things that cause you pain, in the end, have nothing to do with you. It's not just me; actually, your teachers, classmates, and Asuka have all been concerned about you these past few days, but you just haven't noticed."

“…I’m sorry.” Hikaru lowered his eyes.

"Don't worry, this is a secret between the two of us. I'll keep it a secret for you, and you'll keep it a secret for me too, right?"

"Yes." Hikaru nods emphatically.

At this moment, the boy and girl, who were sharing the same bed, had absolutely no ambiguous atmosphere; they were just like teammates cheering each other on in a sports competition.

Shinji Ikari was very pleased with Hikari's radiant appearance. He pulled two tissues from the bedside table and handed them to her. Hikari stretched out her pale arm from under the covers and took them, looking completely bewildered.

What are these two tissues for? Are they meant for me to wipe myself? But Hikari remembers taking a bath with him last night, and even if there was any discharge, it should have dried by now after a night.

Hikari was lost in thought, but in reality, Shinji Ikari just wanted her to wipe away her drool and tears. After yesterday's events, she had been crying her eyes out in his arms. However, Shinji was extremely tired, but he still held her and gently patted her back before finally falling asleep peacefully.

"Does it still hurt?" Shinji Ikari asked.

“…It seems so.” Hikaru wiggled his butt and moved a little closer to Shinji Ikari. “How about… Shinji-kun takes a look for me?”

Hikari didn't know what was driving her to say such shameless things, but her heart told her it was a desire emanating from her body.

"Aren't you in a hurry to go to class?" Shinji Ikari raised an eyebrow.

"Anyway, we're already late, anyway... is it okay or not... huh? What are you doing?"

Shinji Ikari rolled over and crawled into bed, but suddenly grabbed his own ankle.

"Put your socks on first," Shinji Ikari said succinctly.

A knight's sense of ritual always takes into account all aspects of life.

122: Unknown life form in orange mode

"Good morning, Ah Xiang." A familiar, gentle voice greeted me from the side.

"Good morning." Asuka, resting her chin on her hand on her desk, glanced at Hikaru, who was greeting her with her hands folded over her stomach. "Are you free today?"

"Yes, it's alright now." Hikaru smiled and pursed his upper lip. "I was a little sad about Suzuhara's passing a while ago, and I'm sorry for making everyone worry."

Asuka carefully observed her friend. She could openly say that her unusual behavior a while ago was due to the death of Suzuhara Toji's gorilla, which meant that she had indeed come out of it.

Asuka nodded slightly. "That's good. Don't keep saying sorry. You're my friend, Asuka. You can be more confident."

"Yes, I'm sorry." Hikaru nods gently.

At this moment, it seemed to be some kind of special perception beyond the five senses. Hikaru turned his head to look at the classroom door and saw Shinji Ikari with his back slicked back walking by. At this moment, the schoolbag in his hand was being carried by the obsequious underling next to him.

"This idiot, finally remembered to come to school. Heh, where did you go gallivanting off to yesterday?" Asuka sneered.

"Good morning, Shinji Ikari." Hikaru Toki greeted Shinji Ikari with a smile as he passed by. "Your new hairstyle suits you very well today."

After hesitating for half a second, Shinji Ikari smiled and replied, "Good morning, Class President. You look great today."

After the usual morning greetings, Shinji Ikari returned to his seat. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Hikari Toki, who was standing in front of Asuka. She was hanging her schoolbag on the hook next to her desk, taking out the things she needed for the first class, and then turned around to chat with Asuka.

At this moment, Shinji Ikari has a new understanding of the class monitor in front of him.

In some ways, she is very proactive and keeps her word. It's as if what happened yesterday was never happening; she greeted her classmates openly and calmly, even when facing herself.

At this moment, Shinji Ikari began to believe that she had completely severed ties with yesterday. Even he himself was merely a tool for her to exorcise the negative emotions clinging to her mind.

As Hikari's mental state stabilized, she finally bid farewell to yesterday and herself.

Although Shinji Ikari didn't dislike this outcome, he then drifted off into his own thoughts.

"Ah!" Hikaru Toki exclaimed softly.

"What's wrong?" Asuka asked with concern. "Did you twist your ankle?"

"No, it's just that," Hikaru Tomohisa said, sitting on the stool with a slightly flushed face, "the night before last, it rained and the road was slippery, so I accidentally fell on the ground, and my butt still hurts a little."

It's not so much that my butt hurts, it's more like—

Hikaru Toki couldn't help but glance at Shinji Ikari out of the corner of his eye, but Shinji was looking out the window at the white skirts of the baseball team girls fluttering in the wind on the playground.

The morning classes were English and History, and during lunch break I was notified that we would be preparing for the fourth simulation experiment tomorrow.