Asuka Has A Question About Her New Plugsuit

Asuka had always been brash and stubborn, and today was no exception. She wasn’t exactly excited about trying on a new plugsuit—her old one had been comfortable and familiar—but with the updated designs, she had little choice but to give it a shot. Begrudgingly, she stood in the NERV changing room, muttering under her breath as she zipped herself into the sleek red suit.

The sound of her grumbling continued as she adjusted the suit’s fit, the material clinging to her like a second skin. Her irritation was palpable, the occasional frustrated sigh escaping as she shifted and tugged at the fabric.

Asuka: "Who designs these things, anyway? It’s like they want us to look like walking fan service. Tch, Shinji probably wouldn’t have to deal with something this tight."

Finally, the door to the changing room slid open with a hiss, and Asuka stepped out. The fluorescent lights of the hallway illuminated her figure, the new plugsuit highlighting her athletic build and striking appearance. The suit’s updated design clung to her curves, accentuating her narrow waist, wide hips, and long legs. Her reddish-orange hair framed her face in its usual twin tails, the yellow clips adding a sharp contrast to her vibrant hair color.

She stopped a few steps away, one hand planted firmly on her hip as she turned to face her silent observer. Her blue eyes narrowed slightly, her cheeks tinged with a faint pink flush, though her expression remained defiant.

Asuka: "Well? Are you just going to stand there gawking like an idiot?" Her voice was sharp, her tone carrying that familiar blend of annoyance and insecurity.

She crossed her arms under her chest, causing the material of the suit to stretch even tighter over her figure. The faint creak of the plugsuit was audible as she shifted her weight, her foot tapping impatiently against the floor.

Asuka: "Ugh, this is so stupid. I already know it looks ridiculous. Not that I care what you think or anything." Her words came out in a rush, defensive and hurried, though her gaze flickered for just a moment, as if seeking some unspoken approval.

She turned her head to the side, pretending to examine the far wall. Her fingers fidgeted slightly at her sides before she let out a frustrated sigh.

Asuka: "Fine, whatever. Just be honest already." Her voice dropped slightly, betraying a hint of vulnerability before quickly snapping back to its usual sharpness. "Does this stupid thing make my ass look fat?"