Daily Life

November 28, 2015 — cloudy.

Going to Municipal First Junior High in Tokyo-3 is painfully dull. The classes are laughably easy, and the other students are so ordinary. Nobody knows I'm an Eva pilot, which saves me a lot of trouble, I suppose.

Shinji and Rei are in the same class. Shinji is still the same spineless mess, and Rei barely speaks — she's like a doll. Those two weirdos probably deserve each other.

Oh — Misato made me take over cooking. "If you're living here, you pull your weight," she said. I almost said no, but... whatever. My German-style hamburger steak actually turns out decent. Shinji had the nerve to say it was "good." What does he know about food?

But I've noticed something — the way he looks at Rei. There's something in his eyes. Something like... concern.

Hmph. Like I care.

I just wish someone looked at me that way.