Shinjuku Seventh District, staff dormitories.
With the cleanup finished, Misato Katsuragi drove her blue Renault home. Today, every seat in her little sports car was occupied, so it was certainly being put to good use.
A family of four (not really).
When they reached the dormitory door bearing the Katsuragi nameplate, they could see staff carrying box after box into the apartment next door. Through its open doorway, they could see that cardboard boxes already filled the living room.
"Honestly, why are Japanese rooms so tiny? One room can't possibly hold all my stuff."
"And don't even get me started on that door. Do Japanese people have no sense of danger at all?"
"I can't believe you can live in rooms like these without even a lock. It's unbelievable."
Asuka pouted and grumbled, displeasure written all over her face. Her biggest grievance was that she couldn't live with Misato Katsuragi.
After all, she had come to this unfamiliar place alone, and there were hardly any people here she knew.
All the bedrooms in Misato Katsuragi's apartment were taken, so she had no choice but to apply for a new dorm room next door. In truth, though, she wasn't particularly fond of living alone.
Another thing that seriously annoyed her was that the First Child actually lived at Misato's place too. For various reasons, the more she looked at Rei Ayanami, the less she liked her.
As for Shinji Ikari, his position in Misato Katsuragi's household was practically as secure as Misato Katsuragi's own. He was just like the man of the house.
"Consideration and thoughtfulness are virtues around here," Misato Katsuragi immediately said in defense of her own people. She took a huge gulp of beer and let out a satisfied cry as she savored it.
Unlike Rei Ayanami, who