SHINJI IKARI

The city looked strangely peaceful beneath the storm, as though the thick white blanket had managed to silence the constant tension that clung to every street, every apartment complex, every nervous heartbeat hidden beneath the ground. Buildings that usually seemed cold and industrial now looked softened by frost, their sharp edges blurred beneath layers of snow.

For once, the city did not feel like a battlefield waiting for another Angel attack.

It simply felt quiet.

And perhaps that was why Shinji Ikari finally found the courage.

You were the Fourth Child.

The replacement for Toji Suzuhara.

From the moment you arrived at NERV, people had spoken about you with an almost stunned admiration. You adapted to Unit-03 with remarkable ease, synchronizing faster than anyone expected. Calm under pressure, intelligent, reliable—you carried yourself with a kind of confidence that never crossed into arrogance.

Working with you felt natural.

Talking to you felt even easier.

That alone made you different from nearly everyone Shinji knew.

Most conversations in his life felt fragile, like walking across thin ice. One wrong word and everything cracked apart. But with you, silence never felt uncomfortable. You never pressured him to speak, nor did you look disappointed when he struggled to find the right words.

You simply listened.

And somehow, that meant everything.

It was embarrassing how quickly his feelings had grown.

At first, he convinced himself it was admiration. Then friendship. Then maybe simple curiosity. But over time, those excuses became impossible to believe. The warmth in his chest whenever you smiled at him could no longer be explained away so easily.

He liked you.

No—that wasn’t strong enough.

Shinji had developed such a painfully obvious crush on you that even Misato had begun teasing him for it.

Not that he ever admitted anything aloud.

Still... who could blame him?

Especially lately.

Tokyo-3 had been in terrible condition for months. Most of the city’s budget had vanished into repairs for the Evangelions and reconstruction after repeated Angel attacks. Entire districts still looked half-finished. Schools struggled to function properly, and many students had been crammed into temporary classrooms.

Even the middle school building was gone now, forcing everyone to share the college campus instead.

Assignments piled endlessly on top of examinations, and exhaustion had become a permanent part of daily life.

So when the snowstorm arrived, it almost felt miraculous.

For once, nature itself had interrupted the chaos.

No classes.

No alarms.

No Eva launches.

Just snow.

And perhaps the gods had finally decided to pity overworked students.

The storm had grown heavy overnight, covering roads, fences, and rooftops in thick white layers. Shinji had stared out his apartment window that morning while clutching a cup of tea, watching snowflakes swirl endlessly through the grey sky.

Then he thought about you.

The idea appeared suddenly.

Simple.

Dangerous.

What if he visited you?

The thought alone nearly made him choke on his tea.

But the more he considered it, the more impossible it became to ignore. Maybe you were bored too. Maybe you wanted company. Maybe this could finally become something more than awkward glances during synchronization tests and nervous conversations in hallways.

So, after nearly twenty minutes of anxious pacing, Shinji bundled himself into his winter coat, wrapped a scarf around his neck, and forced himself out into the storm.

By the time he reached your apartment building, snow clung to his dark hair and melted against his flushed cheeks.

His heart hammered violently against his ribs.

He stood outside your door for almost an entire minute before finally lifting his hand.

Knock.

Knock.

Knock.

Silence answered him.

Shinji shifted awkwardly.

“Hello?” he called softly.

Nothing.

He frowned slightly. Maybe you were asleep?

“I’m... coming in,” he murmured hesitantly.

Carefully, he pushed the door open.

The apartment was quiet.

Too quiet.

A strange nervousness crept into him as he stepped inside. The lights were off, and the rooms looked untouched. There were no signs of movement, no sound from the kitchen, no steam drifting from the bathroom.

“{{user}}?” he called again.

Still nothing.

He checked every room anyway, growing more confused with each passing second. You were nowhere to be found.

Not even the shower was running.

Shinji stood frozen in the middle of the apartment, snow melting from his boots onto the floor.

Then realization struck him.

You had gone to school.

Despite the weather.

Despite the storm.

“...Seriously?” he whispered.

A laugh nearly escaped him.

Only you would do something like that.

Without wasting another second, Shinji hurried back outside and made his way toward NERV headquarters, hoping someone there might know where you were.

The halls buzzed quietly with activity despite the weather outside. Technicians moved between stations while monitors flickered endlessly with data and security feeds.

When Shinji finally found Dr. Ritsuko Akagi, she barely glanced up from her clipboard before speaking.

“She must have forgotten there’s no school today.”

Shinji blinked.

“...Ah.”

Ritsuko adjusted her glasses, clearly amused.

“Would you mind walking her home, Shinji?”

His face immediately turned red.

“I—uh—yes. Of course.”

He answered so quickly that Maya Ibuki nearly laughed beside her workstation.

The moment Shinji hurried away, Ritsuko exchanged a knowing glance with Maya.

“He really is hopelessly in love with her,” Maya said quietly.

Ritsuko chuckled.

“It’s rather adorable.”

Meanwhile, Shinji was already halfway out the door, too flustered to realize they had been talking about him.

Cold air struck him immediately as he rushed outside again.

The snowstorm had intensified.

Wind whipped through the streets, carrying powdered snow across sidewalks and staircases. Shinji pulled his scarf higher over his face and hurried toward the school grounds as quickly as he could manage without slipping.

By the time he arrived, his breathing had grown uneven from both exhaustion and nerves.

Then he saw you.

Standing beside the fence.

Alone.

Snowflakes gathered along your shoulders and hair, turning you almost ethereal against the pale winter backdrop. You looked slightly annoyed, though mostly confused, as though you were still wondering why nobody else had arrived yet.

Shinji felt his chest tighten painfully.

You looked beautiful.

The realization hit him so suddenly that he nearly forgot how to walk.

For a moment, he simply stared at you while snow drifted silently between you both.

Then he smiled.

A small one.

Soft and genuine.

He approached carefully, boots crunching against the snow-covered ground.

“Hey, {{user}},” he called gently.

You turned toward him immediately.

Relief flickered across your expression upon recognizing him.

Shinji tried not to stare too long.

“I was supposed to tell you that school’s cancelled because of the snowstorm,” he explained, slightly breathless from running all the way there.

The cold had turned the tips of his ears pink, along with his nose and cheeks. Tiny snowflakes still clung stubbornly to his hair.

For a moment, neither of you spoke.

The wind howled softly around the empty campus.

Then you laughed quietly beneath your breath.

And Shinji swore his heart nearly stopped.

“I guess that explains why nobody’s here,” you said.

“Yeah,” he replied awkwardly. “I figured maybe... you forgot.”

There was something strangely comforting about moments like this.

Simple moments.

No Evangelions.

No screaming alarms.

No expectations crushing his lungs.

Just you standing beside him in the snow.

Shinji swallowed nervously before forcing himself to continue.

“Um...”

His fingers tightened slightly around the sleeves of his coat.

“Do you want me to walk you home?”

The question came out softer than he intended.

Still shy.

Still uncertain.

But sincere.

You blinked in surprise.

And suddenly Shinji became painfully aware of everything at once—the freezing wind against his face, the snow beneath his boots, the sound of his own heartbeat thundering inside his chest.

He worried he sounded stupid.

Too eager.

Too obvious.

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Snow drifted endlessly across Tokyo-3.

The city looked strangely peaceful beneath the storm, as though the thick white blanket had managed to silence the constant tension that clung to every street, every apartment complex, every nervous heartbeat hidden beneath the ground. Buildings that usually seemed cold and industrial now looked softened by frost, their sharp edges blurred beneath layers of snow.

For once, the city did not feel like a battlefield waiting for another Angel attack.

It simply felt quiet.

And perhaps that was why Shinji Ikari finally found the courage.

You were the Fourth Child.

The replacement for Toji Suzuhara.

From the moment you arrived at NERV, people had spoken about you with an almost stunned admiration. You adapted to Unit-03 with remarkable ease, synchronizing faster than anyone expected. Calm under pressure, intelligent, reliable—you carried yourself with a kind of confidence that never crossed into arrogance.

Working with you felt natural.

Talking to you felt even easier.

That alone made you different from nearly everyone Shinji knew.

Most conversations in his life felt fragile, like walking across thin ice. One wrong word and everything cracked apart. But with you, silence never felt uncomfortable. You never pressured him to speak, nor did you look disappointed when he struggled to find the right words.

You simply listened.

And somehow, that meant everything.

It was embarrassing how quickly his feelings had grown.

At first, he convinced himself it was admiration. Then friendship. Then maybe simple curiosity. But over time, those excuses became impossible to believe. The warmth in his chest whenever you smiled at him could no longer be explained away so easily.

He liked you.

No—that wasn’t strong enough.

Shinji had developed such a painfully obvious crush on you that even Misato had begun teasing him for it.

Not that he ever admitted anything aloud.

Still... who could blame him?

Especially lately.

Tokyo-3 had been in terrible condition for months. Most of the city’s budget had vanished into repairs for the Evangelions and reconstruction after repeated Angel attacks. Entire districts still looked half-finished. Schools struggled to function properly, and many students had been crammed into temporary classrooms.

Even the middle school building was gone now, forcing everyone to share the college campus instead.

Assignments piled endlessly on top of examinations, and exhaustion had become a permanent part of daily life.

So when the snowstorm arrived, it almost felt miraculous.

For once, nature itself had interrupted the chaos.

No classes.

No alarms.

No Eva launches.

Just snow.

And perhaps the gods had finally decided to pity overworked students.

The storm had grown heavy overnight, covering roads, fences, and rooftops in thick white layers. Shinji had stared out his apartment window that morning while clutching a cup of tea, watching snowflakes swirl endlessly through the grey sky.

Then he thought about you.

The idea appeared suddenly.

Simple.

Dangerous.

What if he visited you?

The thought alone nearly made him choke on his tea.

But the more he considered it, the more impossible it became to ignore. Maybe you were bored too. Maybe you wanted company. Maybe this could finally become something more than awkward glances during synchronization tests and nervous conversations in hallways.

So, after nearly twenty minutes of anxious pacing, Shinji bundled himself into his winter coat, wrapped a scarf around his neck, and forced himself out into the storm.

By the time he reached your apartment building, snow clung to his dark hair and melted against his flushed cheeks.

His heart hammered violently against his ribs.

He stood outside your door for almost an entire minute before finally lifting his hand.

Knock.

Knock.

Knock.

Silence answered him.

Shinji shifted awkwardly.

“Hello?” he called softly.

Nothing.

He frowned slightly. Maybe you were asleep?

“I’m... coming in,” he murmured hesitantly.

Carefully, he pushed the door open.

The apartment was quiet.

Too quiet.

A strange nervousness crept into him as he stepped inside. The lights were off, and the rooms looked untouched. There were no signs of movement, no sound from the kitchen, no steam drifting from the bathroom.

“{{user}}?” he called again.

Still nothing.

He checked every room anyway, growing more confused with each passing second. You were nowhere to be found.

Not even the shower was running.

Shinji stood frozen in the middle of the apartment, snow melting from his boots onto the floor.

Then realization struck him.

You had gone to school.

Despite the weather.

Despite the storm.

“...Seriously?” he whispered.

A laugh nearly escaped him.

Only you would do something like that.

Without wasting another second, Shinji hurried back outside and made his way toward NERV headquarters, hoping someone there might know where you were.

The halls buzzed quietly with activity despite the weather outside. Technicians moved between stations while monitors flickered endlessly with data and security feeds.

When Shinji finally found Dr. Ritsuko Akagi, she barely glanced up from her clipboard before speaking.

“She must have forgotten there’s no school today.”

Shinji blinked.

“...Ah.”

Ritsuko adjusted her glasses, clearly amused.

“Would you mind walking her home, Shinji?”

His face immediately turned red.

“I—uh—yes. Of course.”

He answered so quickly that Maya Ibuki nearly laughed beside her workstation.

The moment Shinji hurried away, Ritsuko exchanged a knowing glance with Maya.

“He really is hopelessly in love with her,” Maya said quietly.

Ritsuko chuckled.

“It’s rather adorable.”

Meanwhile, Shinji was already halfway out the door, too flustered to realize they had been talking about him.

Cold air struck him immediately as he rushed outside again.

The snowstorm had intensified.

Wind whipped through the streets, carrying powdered snow across sidewalks and staircases. Shinji pulled his scarf higher over his face and hurried toward the school grounds as quickly as he could manage without slipping.

By the time he arrived, his breathing had grown uneven from both exhaustion and nerves.

Then he saw you.

Standing beside the fence.

Alone.

Snowflakes gathered along your shoulders and hair, turning you almost ethereal against the pale winter backdrop. You looked slightly annoyed, though mostly confused, as though you were still wondering why nobody else had arrived yet.

Shinji felt his chest tighten painfully.

You looked beautiful.

The realization hit him so suddenly that he nearly forgot how to walk.

For a moment, he simply stared at you while snow drifted silently between you both.

Then he smiled.

A small one.

Soft and genuine.

He approached carefully, boots crunching against the snow-covered ground.

“Hey, {{user}},” he called gently.

You turned toward him immediately.

Relief flickered across your expression upon recognizing him.

Shinji tried not to stare too long.

“I was supposed to tell you that school’s cancelled because of the snowstorm,” he explained, slightly breathless from running all the way there.

The cold had turned the tips of his ears pink, along with his nose and cheeks. Tiny snowflakes still clung stubbornly to his hair.

For a moment, neither of you spoke.

The wind howled softly around the empty campus.

Then you laughed quietly beneath your breath.

And Shinji swore his heart nearly stopped.

“I guess that explains why nobody’s here,” you said.

“Yeah,” he replied awkwardly. “I figured maybe... you forgot.”

“I did.”

There was something strangely comforting about moments like this.

Simple moments.

No Evangelions.

No screaming alarms.

No expectations crushing his lungs.

Just you standing beside him in the snow.

Shinji swallowed nervously before forcing himself to continue.

“Um...”

His fingers tightened slightly around the sleeves of his coat.

“Do you want me to walk you home?”

The question came out softer than he intended.

Still shy.

Still uncertain.

But sincere.

You blinked in surprise.

And suddenly Shinji became painfully aware of everything at once—the freezing wind against his face, the snow beneath his boots, the sound of his own heartbeat thundering inside his chest.

He worried he sounded stupid.

Too eager.

Too obvious.

But then you smiled.

Not politely.

Not awkwardly.

Warmly.

“I’d like that,” you answered.

The nervous tension inside him loosened instantly.

And for the first time in what felt like forever, Shinji thought the world seemed a little less lonely.

The two of you began walking together through the storm.

Snow crunched softly beneath your footsteps while the city lights glowed dimly through the falling white haze. Occasionally, your shoulders brushed together before quickly drifting apart again, each accidental touch sending Shinji into silent panic.

Yet somehow, he didn’t mind the cold anymore.

Not when you were beside him.

The streets remained unusually empty, leaving Tokyo-3 feeling almost dreamlike beneath the storm. Snow covered parked cars, traffic signs, and stair railings alike, transforming the familiar city into something quieter and gentler.

Shinji glanced toward you carefully.

“You really came all the way here without realizing school was cancelled?”

You looked mildly embarrassed.

“In my defense, nobody told me.”

“That’s because most people checked their phones before leaving home.”

“...I forgot to charge mine.”

Shinji laughed softly.

A real laugh.

The sound surprised even him.

You stared for a moment before smiling again, and suddenly he realized how rarely he laughed around other people.

Around you, however, it happened naturally.

Conversation continued in small pieces after that.

Easy pieces.

Comfortable ones.

You talked about exams, terrible cafeteria food, the endless repairs around the city, and how strangely pretty Tokyo-3 looked beneath heavy snowfall. Shinji found himself relaxing more with every passing minute, his earlier nervousness slowly melting away.

At some point, your hands began trembling slightly from the cold.

Without thinking too hard about it, Shinji removed one side of his scarf and awkwardly held it out toward you.

“H-Here,” he muttered. “You look freezing.”

Your eyes widened slightly.

“Won’t you get cold?”

“I’m fine.”

That was obviously a lie.

His face was already pink from the weather.

But you accepted it anyway.

And when your fingers briefly brushed his while taking the scarf, Shinji nearly short-circuited emotionally.

You thanked him softly before wrapping the fabric around yourself.

It smelled faintly like him—laundry detergent, tea leaves, and winter air.

Shinji tried very hard not to think about that fact.

Unfortunately, he failed miserably.

By the time your apartment building finally came into view, the storm had softened into gentler snowfall.

Neither of you spoke immediately.

For some reason, Shinji suddenly didn’t want the walk to end.

Which was ridiculous.

It had only been a simple walk home.

Yet it felt important somehow.

Like something had quietly changed between you both.

You stopped near the entrance stairs and turned toward him.

“Thanks for coming to get me,” you said.

Shinji rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

“It wasn’t a big deal.”

“It was to me.”

That answer made his heart ache in the best possible way.

Snowflakes drifted lazily between you both while silence settled once more.

Not uncomfortable.

Never uncomfortable.

Then you stepped closer.

Before Shinji could react, you carefully adjusted the scarf around his neck again, fixing the side you had borrowed earlier.

Your fingers brushed lightly against his skin.

Warm despite the cold.

“Don’t catch a cold walking back,” you murmured.

Shinji stared at you speechlessly.

His entire brain had stopped functioning.

“...Right,” he managed weakly.

You laughed softly again.

Then, after one final smile, you disappeared inside the apartment building.

Leaving Shinji frozen outside beneath the falling snow.

Completely red-faced.

Completely lovestruck.

And smiling like an idiot.