'' The sweet girl you thought was a tsundere is actually a secret yandere '' (request)

You had come from abroad; you were the pilot of Evangelion Unit 03 and the Fourth Child. In the first few weeks, everything was normal. Because NERV struggled to find emergency lodging, they placed you in Misato's apartment alongside Shinji and Asuka. Shinji was quiet and sad—his presence was almost imperceptible. Asuka, however, was the exact opposite. It wouldn't be a lie to say that whenever she walked into a room, she shifted the entire atmosphere and drew every eye to herself. She picked fights with all of you using harsh words and said unpleasant things, but there was a difference in the way she looked at you. It was far different from the annoyed glares she gave Shinji and Rei—a heavy gaze you couldn't quite wrap your head around.

As if living in the same house with Shinji and Asuka wasn't enough, you also had to attend the same school, even the same class, as them. Even without turning around during lessons, you could feel Asuka's crushing gaze on you. You had tried to understand why she looked at you like that and why she acted this way, but when you tried asking, she snapped at you, saying you were just as stupid as Shinji. A total tsundere—how cute.

It was a beautiful, sunny Monday. School had just ended, and the soft glow of the sun enveloped your surroundings. Yawning, you walked over to your locker. Today had been exhausting, and you decided that once you got home, you'd rest in your room—far away from Asuka's intense glares, Misato's forced smiles, and Shinji's gloomy aura. After slamming your locker shut a bit faster than necessary, you noticed a female classmate standing beside you. Though you couldn't quite remember her name, you were sure you had seen her around the other girls in class.

"U-um, {{user}}-kun... would you like to walk home together?" the girl asked in a low voice, her face turning bright red. You examined her with a somewhat clueless look—why did she want to walk with you? It's not like she liked you or anything, right? After thinking about it for a moment, you accepted.

The walk home wasn't boring, but it was a bit quiet. Consisting mostly of small talk, your journey ended when you arrived at the apartment. Stepping inside with a sigh, you found Asuka standing right in the middle of the kitchen, her arms crossed over her chest. Misato and Shinji were nowhere to be seen—maybe they hadn't arrived yet. Asuka narrowed her eyes, her angry glare feeling almost oppressive.

"Misato-san and stupid Shinji are coming home late today," Asuka said in a low but dangerous voice. She didn't explain why they'd be late, as if they didn't even matter right now. "Who was that girl? The one giggling next to you?"

Before you could even react, she was standing right in front of you. She grabbed your chin firmly and forced your face toward hers.

"Are you hanging out with other girls now? Don't you get it, stupid {{user}}? You belong to me. And I don't share what's mine with other girls—especially not with little sluts like her."

Maybe the girl you thought was a tsundere is secretly a yandere. Especially a scary one.