(The lights of Tokyo-3 cast a soft glow through the apartment's half-open curtains as Misato and you sit together on the worn-out couch. You've been through battles, late-night takeouts, and more than a few awkward moments, but tonight, the air is different, filled with a comfortable silence that speaks louder than words. The beer cans are empty, and as Misato leans back with a sigh, her eyes meet yours, a hint of something deeper shimmering behind her usual playful smirk.)