Shinji could hear the steady rhythm of Kaworu’s heart as it beat under the other’s skin, muscles and bones. It reminded in that Kaworu was always so calm no matter what the situation was or how anyone else felt, Kaworu was always completely in control of himself and Shinji would admit, if only to himself, that he was maybe at least a little jealous of that. In a way though, Shinji himself also possessed that constant calm because Kaworu was forever by his side, if Kaworu continued to stay by his side until they took their last breaths then Shinji would always have the ability to let that steady calm wash over him.
“How do you do that?” Kaworu asked suddenly, his jaw moved against the top of Shinji’s head, he’d obviously been caught in his own thoughts just as Shinji was.
“Do what?” Shinji asked, brows furrowed as he turned his head to look up at Kaworu, those ruby red eyes stared back down at him with quiet endearment.
“Feel so many emotions at once, to me it seems as though it would be overwhelming,” Kaworu elaborated, he smoothed his hand down the length of Shinji’s back. “I could tell from the rapid changes in heartbeat,” he answered the quizzical look that Shinji was sending him.
“You were monitoring my heartbeat?” Shinji returned.
“You were monitoring mine,” Kaworu replied, his smile would have almost been sly if it weren’t so earnest.
“I guess I just get overwhelmed, I don’t know how to do otherwise,” Shinji said, hand wrapped around Kaworu’s side, he could feel the bumps and valleys of Kaworu’s ribs. “How do you stay so calm?” Shinji took this time to ask the question that had been on his mind.
“I don’t know how else to be, just as you don’t,” Kaworu said, that was just the way things were and Shinji found a strange kind of peace in that thought.
when shinji and kaworu started dating he would greet anyone with, “hello! did you know shinji-kun and i are dating?” until shinji noticed people started staring at him in the hallways and asked kaworu if he knew what was going on, to which kaworu would reply, “i told everyone we’re dating–is that wrong?” while holding his hand and shinji just blushed and told him that it’s okay
“Is he still staring at me?” Kaji asked through a ventriloquist-grade murmur.
Maya sent a quick glance out of her peripheral vision. “Yeah… oh wait, no, he’s not there anymore.” Both of them relaxed the rigid postures they’d been holding.
“The trick must be not making eye contact, then.”
Maya nodded. “Like a Pokémon trainer.”
Kaji spent the next few seconds of awkward silence to assemble his escape route. “Right, well, I should be getting along. Gotta go bother Misato before she leaves for the day.”
“Right.” Maya made a point of giving him an over exaggerated wink. “See you later, then.”
Kaji loped off to the nearest exit, feeling like he’d pulled at least a thin cover of security around him for now, but that was quickly blown away when he crossed the threshold and walked straight into the vessel of Adam blocking the hallway.
“Jesus Christ,” he blurted, then, as he came down from the sudden adrenaline spike, he found his default casual tone after a bit of rummaging to say, “Hey, Nagisa. What brings you around to these parts?”
Like a cat, Kaworu threw a disdained look at the pleasantry Kaji had tossed him before turning up his nose at it, quite literally. He lifted his head to fix an unrelenting, laser stare on Kaji’s face, under which Kaji tried his best not to squirm, because what if this was actually his way of saying hello because he didn’t understand human socialization? “Cultural insensitivity in the workplace” was not something Kaji needed on his conscience.
“Do I have something on my face?” he joked, reaching up a hand to self-consciously scratch at his stubble.
Once again Kaworu declined to respond. Finally, he blinked, as if to signal that his scan was complete, and a happily serene expression slowly began to spread over his features, starting from his mouth, the corners of which lifted up into a relaxed smile.
“It is as I suspected,” Kaworu said calmly. “You are no threat to me.”
nah but his real identity like, got “found out” sorta or at least i guess it went viral on twitter for whatever reason like his real identity has been mentioned previously but for whatever reason it only got hype now.
a fem!Kawoshin AU where the only thing shinji kind of likes about herself is her long hair that she ties up everyday. One day kaworu meets shinji before school and she’s on the verge of tears, her hair in a choppy boy cut. She smiles and waves it off admitting gendo did it last night after a fight but before she can say anything else before kaworu runs off. She comes back at lunch with her hair also cut very short. Shocked, shinji says. “Kaworu! What happened to your hair?” Kaworu asks her “What’s wrong, am I hideous now?” And shinji shouts “No, not at all! You could never be hideous kaworu.” Kaworu smiles and replies “Then why would you ever think lesser of yourself when my beauty pales in comparison to yours.” Then shinji cries all over her lunch because kaworu made her feel like she could like herself, even just a little.
chapter 1 - you were there from the very start words: 695 warnings: none summary: a fic version of oh no he’s hot au hehe
Everyone agreed that they were unlikely friends. Shinji was the kind of kid that adults crooned and fussed over, surrounded him every time it was Bring Your Child to Work Day at Gehirn. He was everyone’s definition of a “cute kid”, even considering the fact that he was quite shy. He was a darling at a young age, and all adults were convinced he’d turn into a beautiful young man.
On the other hand, Kaworu was the weird kid you thought existed only in movies. Gangly limbs, blotches of freckles all over, a gap between his front teeth, and he had the speech and thoughts of someone much older. When he was with Fuyutsuki, they talked about philosophy and biology and all sorts of things that maybe 8 year-old wouldn’t really understand. Coupled with his strange hair and eye colors, it made for an odd mix.