#busterbeamed

Muse relationship moodboards - @busterbeamed - Noriko and Shinji

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        HE INHALES DEEPLY as a canned coffee clatters down from the vending machine, and a hand still covered in latex grabs it and pulls the tab. What were the odds that the same girl that came to defend him after school one day would also be collaborating with NERV, not only as a pilot of her own mecha, but also as a coach? Combat simulations are nothing new to Shinji, but man, did Noriko have pointers to give. He’s grateful, of course — just exhausted.

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        APPARENTLY THERE’S an annual festival that goes on at Tokyo-3 Junior High.

          Asuka was the one to find out about it and rope him and Rei into going, insisting firmly that they needed to loosen up and have fun. Though Shinji was surprised to run into Noriko on the way, too. Ever the popular girl, Asuka was quick to talk her into joining them — and Noriko didn’t need much convincing.

          The festival is apparently supposed to be a fundraiser of sorts for the school. It makes sense; a school festival would otherwise be quite carefree for the times. There are games, food, photos — and lots of music.

          Shinji’s content to listen and watch others dance, a cup of bubble tea in hand. Asuka makes an effort to talk him into joining, but he shies away, insisting he’s not much of a dancer even though he’s rehearsed with her before. Though even as she gives up and rejoins the other students, weaving her way in between several boys asking to dance, he can’t help feeling a little guilty.

          ❝ May I have this dance? ❞

          Not moments later, a grinning Noriko stands beside where Shinji sits, a hand extended in invitation.

          ❝ Uh, I’m not very good — ❞

          ❝ Oh, don’t worry about it! No one’s going to care how good you are. It’s just kind of sad seeing you sitting alone like this. Come on. ❞

          The cup has nothing but ice in it by now, so it’s discarded in a nearby bin and the other hand abashedly takes Noriko’s. She’s the one leading, really. The music is upbeat and other students are shuffling around in rhythm, totally loosened up. Shinji isn’t quite there yet, his movements rather contained. But he sees the smiling faces of people around him, and of Noriko before him, both hands in his, without a care in the world. The energy is contagious, really.

          The moment he begins to seem more at ease, Noriko becomes more daring, arms extending out, twirling him and then herself ( truly the nimble, athletic sort, isn’t she? ). But even as she catches him by surprise with the movements, Shinji finds himself laughing.

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        ❝ YOU WOULD’VE GOTTEN HURT! ❞ He’s up against the wall of a building, barely spitting out the words with the Angel pinning him by the throat. Noriko keeps protecting him — in school, in combat. Why does she do that? Why him? Why does she think he’s someone worth protecting?

What kind of relationship does your muse want with mine? // always-accepting.

💛 platonic