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Nope. If you look at the scenes where him + Misato have sex he doesn’t really seem all that into it. Not a stretch to speculate that he has a low libido, for whatever reason. 

Kaji is definitely inspired by the “sexy spy” trope. But he subverts it in that he’s a man and that he’s not actually that promiscuous, lol.

Here’s a comprehensive list of people he flirted with throughout the series:

1. Misato (should be obvious why)

2. Ritsuko (to annoy Misato)

3. Maya, while drunk, as a joke

4. Shinji, while drunk, as a joke

1) Japan’s culture of “grudging acceptance” of community duty as portrayed in anime, and taken so far as the society becoming a death cult during WWII.

2) The “ineffectual solution” that most anime protagonists have to “grudgingly accept” rather than the Western belief of the rights of the individual and that “one man can make a difference”.

EVA epitomizes this, between Yui going along with her engineered death, Gendo sacrificing the world to get back together with Yui, Shinji constantly taking orders without regard to his existence, and even Asuka fighting a hopeless battle because of “someone else’s problem”.

Not once do you have an adult in an authority role make more than a passing comment or boilerplate mention about the Children’s lives and sanity, where 2 seconds later they’re back to figuring out the best way to exploit underage minors.

EVA is not that complicated. A lot of the complexity it supposedly has is the same thing you see in Star Wars and Star Trek: ad-hoc style choices that became part of the world building of the story by coincidentally ringing the bells the audience wanted.

I’m curious about your opinion of sustainability and new technologies we could apply to improve the quality of all life on Earth.

I’ve heard good things about graphene and have some ideas how to make fuel cells more profitable and feasible. However, any solution has to avoid stripping carbon dioxide away from Earth’s plant life.

I guess I could use a second opinion how to build a self-governing energy industry that complements rather than overrides the natural order of things.

He waited in the hall, watching the redhead run off. Sure enough, a few moments passed, and a security officer in fatigues returned with the keys.

Stuart felt along the ragged, brass shape, palming it, kneading it in his grip.

“Asuka,” he started, “how would you like to be the only junior high kid to drive a muscle car to school?”

While certainly part of her thinks that Matt is only offering, because she hadn’t excorsied more control over her outburst. She still would enjoy driving an American car like one of his.. there of course isn’t anything in Japan compreable to the autobahn but it would be so exhilarating. 

The Chevelle wasn’t something he should’ve let anyone borrow, even sitting in the passenger seat, supervising. But, if Soryu could handle a giant robot, shouldn’t she be trusted with a monster rat rod?

Walking with her to the A-Body, he propped the driver side door open for her.

But the redhead didn’t care, already teasing him, already trying to make the conversation about her. Tilting his head to one side, he studied her reactions, the odd look she gave him, partly flirting, partly teasing. Did she know how it was coming off?

“I was fully expecting some random red shirt, not someone I knew,” he stated, shrugging. “But, since it is you, Katsuragi wanted me to remind you about the homework you missed. It was confiscated when they picked me up, but I’m sure we can make a special trip to Horaki’s for spares.”

Asuka rolls her eyes in a manner which might make someone question if anyone rolling their eyes was expressing something genuine or not. Before giving a small annoyed huff and putting one hand on her hip before she responded. 

“8th grade literature homework is boring and useless. What am i ever going to need this repeat of middle school for anyway? I shouldn’t need to bother Hikari over something that stupid. It’s not like i’m in disguise. i’m enrolled under my real name.” Okay of course, this wasn’t a repeat of middle school, she had tested out the 8th grade she hadn’t ever actually been in a school before she semester, but the point was still there, she had passed the college exams in Germany, no real need to do it again here. Whether or not Shinji should actually be in the 8th grade wasn’t debatable to her, but if Misato needed her enrolled in school so people wouldn’t think she was an eva pilot, they should have done it under an alias. It’s not like even if she hadn’t said so no one would know who she was. 

“The point of my life is to avoid complacency! I’m not going to sit around and rest while there’s a chance I could get even a little soft and start conceding my title of top pilot to someone like Baka Shinji! If it got to the point where Wonder Girl was coming close to giving me a run for my money I wouldn’t ever forgive myself! Even if i was picked originally because of how amazing I am i need to keep going and make myself even more of the best!” The speech was well rehearsed in her head. She had to keep telling herself that, because the temptation of spending her time relaxing and resting on her current level was plenty of times overwhelming. But she couldn’t let herself get too lulled into that. 

He waited in the hall, watching the redhead run off. Sure enough, a few moments passed, and a security officer in fatigues returned with the keys.

Stuart felt along the ragged, brass shape, palming it, kneading it in his grip.

But the redhead didn’t care, already teasing him, already trying to make the conversation about her. Tilting his head to one side, he studied her reactions, the odd look she gave him, partly flirting, partly teasing. Did she know how it was coming off?

“I was fully expecting some random red shirt, not someone I knew,” he stated, shrugging. “But, since it is you, Katsuragi wanted me to remind you about the homework you missed. It was confiscated when they picked me up, but I’m sure we can make a special trip to Horaki’s for spares.”

Asuka rolls her eyes in a manner which might make someone question if anyone rolling their eyes was expressing something genuine or not. Before giving a small annoyed huff and putting one hand on her hip before she responded. 

“8th grade literature homework is boring and useless. What am i ever going to need this repeat of middle school for anyway? I shouldn’t need to bother Hikari over something that stupid. It’s not like i’m in disguise. i’m enrolled under my real name.” Okay of course, this wasn’t a repeat of middle school, she had tested out the 8th grade she hadn’t ever actually been in a school before she semester, but the point was still there, she had passed the college exams in Germany, no real need to do it again here. Whether or not Shinji should actually be in the 8th grade wasn’t debatable to her, but if Misato needed her enrolled in school so people wouldn’t think she was an eva pilot, they should have done it under an alias. It’s not like even if she hadn’t said so no one would know who she was. 

Stuart stared ahead at the blank, off-white plaster of the corridor. The “interview” went more or less as expected. Section Two field operators never asked questions directly with non-NERV personnel. It jeopardized their anonymity. Instead, the civilian liaison conducted the questions, making sure the U.S. Embassy’s representative was temporarily delayed until after the session.

Now, he expected, Katsuragi would be contacted. Civilian neighbors and friends of the head of NERV’s operations team were rare enough, but the fact he somehow became an emergency contact for the Ikari kid was, well, outright bizarre. It reflected poorly on the organization’s internal security.

Glancing down one direction of the hall, he noticed someone familiar.

“I wouldn’t have expected you to be trespassing out here. If you wanted to walk in and take a few peaks shouldn’t you have at least found an American uniform someplace, it’s not like you could pass for much of anything dressed like that.” Asuka teases as she gets closer. 

But the redhead didn’t care, already teasing him, already trying to make the conversation about her. Tilting his head to one side, he studied her reactions, the odd look she gave him, partly flirting, partly teasing. Did she know how it was coming off?