Evangelion School Romantic Comedy: The Battle for Shinji! Everyone Reincarnated Chaos
In a modern Japanese high school, the characters from 'Evangelion' have all reincarnated. The protagonist is Shinji Ikari. He just wants a quiet school life, but around him are former Angels and Eva pilots. Everyone has their memories but no superpowers. Angels and pilots now live as ordinary humans.
Episode 1: Shinji transfers in and chaos erupts. Rei Ayanami, Asuka Langley Soryu, Kaworu Nagisa, Mari Makinami Illustrious, Misato Katsuragi, Ritsuko Akagi, and Ryoji Kaji appear as classmates or
Evangelion School Romantic Comedy: The Battle for Shinji! Everyone Reincarnated Chaos - Like in the Spring Breeze, and From Now On
When I woke up, the phone by my pillow was flickering with light.
Four messages.
"I had fun yesterday."
"Can we meet again today? I want to talk on the rooftop."
"I want to hear your sound. I'll be waiting in the music room after school."
"I've got a video to show you~. Super treasure footage from the culture festival!"
Shinji lay on his back, staring at the ceiling.
The frenzy of the culture festival felt like a lie in this quiet morning.
The cherry blossom leaves along the Misono River rustled dryly outside the window.
*(Yesterday, I told the four of them that I wanted to stay friends.)*
*(But those were words I stumbled into after running away.)*
*(Mari said it. Let everyone hear it properly, in front of everyone.)*
He gripped the phone.
His fingers trembled slightly.
"…I won't run. I won't run. I won't run."
He chanted it three times, under his breath.
Then, one by one, he typed out replies.
*'Today, during lunch break, on the rooftop, there's something I want to talk about.'*
The same message to all four.
Sweat seeped into the finger pressing send.
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Lunch break.
After the bell rang, Shinji deliberately left the classroom five minutes late.
He was afraid of someone calling out to him.
No, that wasn't it.
He was afraid that if someone called out to him, his current resolve would waver.
He walked quickly down the hallway.
In front of the emergency stairs behind the school building, he stopped once.
Before going up.
He stopped by the garden.
The slightly chilled air of October.
The tomato stakes swayed in the wind.
The cucumber leaves were already withered.
"Yo."
Kaji Ryoji, the PE teacher, was crouched down, pulling weeds.
Gray sweats. A worn towel around his neck.
The smell of cigarettes mixed with the smell of earth.
"Ah, Kaji-sensei."
"What's wrong? You look down."
Kaji said it without stopping his weeding.
"…Today, I'm planning to talk to the four of them."
"Oh?"
"That even though they've told me they like me, I still can't decide who's number one. …I was wondering if that's just me running away."
Kaji lit a cigarette.
He inhaled deeply, then exhaled slowly.
The smoke dissolved into the October sunlight.
"Telling someone how you feel and giving up on someone are two different things."
"…"
"You're not trying to give up on anyone. You're trying to tell them how you feel right now. How is that running away?"
Kaji's voice was low and calm.
"…I'm sorry. Someone like me, being all wishy-washy."
"If you were really wishy-washy, would four people gather around you like that? …Well, don't walk with your head down. The answer isn't lying in the dirt."
Kaji laughed lightly.
Just that made the weight in Shinji's chest feel a little lighter.
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The iron door leading to the rooftop.
The door he'd passed through countless times yesterday during the culture festival chaos.
Shinji took three deep breaths.
He pushed it open with a clatter.
The October wind wrapped around his body.
The sky was endlessly blue.
Beyond the fence, the Misono River glittered silver.
The town of Misonodai, visible from the rooftop on the hill.
The small roofs of houses.
"Ah, Shinji-kun, you came, you came."
The first to raise her voice was Mari.
Deep chestnut semi-long hair. Round glasses.
She was pointing her phone at him.
"Smile~? A commemorative photo of youth."
"…Stop it, it's embarrassing."
"Eh~, what are you saying? It's way too late for that."
Next to Mari stood Rei.
A bluish-silver short bob.
Her crimson eyes quietly gazed at Shinji.
She was holding a textbook against her chest.
"The textbook… I'd borrowed it and never returned it."
"Ah… thank you, very much."
"Mm."
She shook her head slightly.
Then, just a little, the corners of her lips softened.
"Did you wait long?"
"Not at all. …I was reading a book."
"Oh? Well, *I* was summoned by you and have been waiting for five whole minutes."
Golden hair danced in the wind.
The tips of her twin-side-up fluttered and swayed.
Asuka crossed her arms and fixed her blue eyes sharply on Shinji.
"S-sorry… I stopped by the garden for a bit."
"The garden? Kaji-sensei again? …Well, whatever. So, what's this talk about? You're being so formal."
At that moment.
"Hey."
Kaworu appeared from the rooftop entrance.
Silvery-gray, silky soft mash hair.
He held a sheet of music in his hand.
The light shone through it, making the notes float up.
"Sorry I'm late. I was cleaning up for the choir club."
"Kaworu-kun… that sheet music."
"The one I sang on stage yesterday. I thought I'd give it to you."
Kaworu smiled, pressing the sheet music against his chest.
"The sheet music of my feelings."
"…"
Shinji stepped back.
His back hit the cold wire mesh of the fence.
The four of them stood scattered across the rooftop, looking at him.
Rei, straight on.
Asuka, challengingly.
Kaworu, gently.
Mari, amused.
All four were different.
But all of them were equally serious.
Shinji took a deep breath.
The cold October air seeped deep into his lungs.
"…Um."
His voice cracked.
He inhaled again.
"There's something I want to tell all of you."
His own voice sounded strangely distant.
His heart pounded against the inside of his chest, harder and harder.
His fingertips were cold.
But.
He wouldn't run.
He'd already decided.
"First, Ayanami-san."
Rei's crimson eyes opened wide.
"The fact that you lived next door and walked to school with me. Just that alone meant I wasn't lonely. …That time we met in the library, too. I was always saved by your quietness."
The words flowed out smoothly.
Without stopping.
"Asuka."
"Wh-what?"
Asuka's shoulders twitched.
"The handmade bento… that was really delicious. The way you take care of me like that… it's embarrassing, but I was really happy."
Asuka's pale cheeks flushed red all at once.
"I-id… i-it's not like I made it for *you* or anything…!"
Her voice trailed off, growing smaller.
"Nagisa-kun."
"Yeah."
Kaworu narrowed his eyes.
"Playing cello and piano together with you in the music room. …That time is still a precious sound to me. Because you listened to my sound, I can still love music."
"Shinji-kun…"
"Makinami-san."
"Yes, yes."
Mari bounced on the spot, like she was skipping.
"Yesterday's game of tag. …Honestly, that was the worst. But your laughter made that hell somehow feel ridiculously fun."
"Ahaha. So I dragged you into hell. But it got fun, right? Then everything's all okay."
Mari flashed a V-sign at him.
Shinji gave a wry smile.
He looked at each of their faces, one by one.
Rei.
Asuka.
Kaworu.
Mari.
All of them were waiting.
For the next words.
For his answer.
"…I still can't decide who's number one."
His voice echoed across the rooftop.
In that instant.
The air froze.
Only the wind rattled the wire mesh of the fence.
"…That's—"
The first to speak was Asuka.
"That's just running away! Saying you like everyone the same, saying you don't want to hurt anyone! You're just running away from everything with that!"
Asuka's voice was trembling.
The edges of her blue eyes glistened.
"You're always like this. You think you're not hurting anyone, but in the end, you hurt everyone!"
Those words pierced deep into his chest.
His head burned with a dizzying heat.
Because she was right.
Asuka was right.
Not choosing anyone might be the same as running away from everyone.
"…Asuka."
Rei stepped forward.
Still holding the textbook.
In that clear, transparent voice.
"Ikari-kun is not running away."
Rei's crimson eyes looked straight at Asuka.
"Someone who runs away doesn't call each person's name like this. …Someone who runs away doesn't look at our faces. …Ikari-kun is looking at our faces properly right now."
Rei's voice was faint.
But it was clearer than any other sound on the rooftop.
"I know. …Ikari-kun talking about his feelings for this long. …Even in our previous life, that never happened."
Rei looked at Shinji.
Her pale silver bangs swayed in the wind, brushing over her eyes.
"That's why I'm happy."
Rei's lips loosened just a little.
It was a quiet smile, like salvation after tears.
"The first clear answer I've ever received."
"…Rei."
Asuka bit her lip.
The air softened.
The tension that had been stretched tight loosened, just a little.
"Shinji-kun."
Kaworu stepped closer.
The sheet music fluttering in the wind.
"I'm happy too."
"…Eh?"
"The fact that you can't decide who's number one yet means that, from now on, you'll keep thinking about us."
Kaworu wrapped both hands around Shinji's, as if enveloping them.
Cool, white fingers.
"I want to keep listening to the sound of your heart."
Kaworu's reddish-brown eyes were right in front of him.
"You, in your anguish, are like a song. …I want to keep listening forever."
"K-Kaworu-kun, your hands, you're too close…"
Shinji leaned back.
His back hit the fence with a thud.
"Ahaha. What is this, everyone? Youth? Well, it's never boring to watch."
Mari raised her phone.
*Click* went the shutter.
"I said don't take pictures…"
"But this is definitely going to be a great memory later. …Hey, Shinji-kun. This battle is still going to continue, isn't it?"
Mari's green eyes curved into crescent moons, full of amusement.
"…Huh?"
"Because, until the day Shinji-kun chooses one person, we're not going to lose, right?"
"Well… I suppose so."
Asuka sniffled.
"…It can't be helped. Let me make this clear right now. I am absolutely going to be number one."
Asuka pointed sharply at Shinji.
Her eyes were still a little red.
But there was a confident smile on her lips.
"Me too."
Rei said it quietly.
"I'll become Ikari-kun's number one too."
"Me too. …Ah, and I don't just mean in music. I mean the number one in your heart."
Kaworu placed a hand on his chest.
"Me too~"
Mari raised her hand with a bounce.
"Though for me, as long as it's interesting, the ranking doesn't really matter. But well, first place is the most interesting, so I'll aim for it."
The four voices overlapped on the rooftop.
This place that had been tense and painful just moments ago.
Now it felt somehow soft.
The four of them formed a loose circle around Shinji.
"…Somehow, I'm really surrounded."
"We're not surrounding you. We're fighting over you. Aren't you happy?"
"Happy… or terrified…"
"Both, right? Whoa! Shinji-kun's face is making the most hilarious expression."
"…This isn't a laughing matter."
"Youth is a laughing matter."
The wind blew.
The October wind, a little cold, but refreshing—different from spring.
In the distance, the choir club's vocal exercises could be heard.
Do, re, mi, fa, so.
Hesitant, drawn-out scales.
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After school.
With the culture festival cleanup still ongoing, the classroom was still full of cardboard boxes.
"Ikari, you idiot! Carry that chair properly!"
Asuka smacked Shinji on the head.
With the corner of a textbook.
"Ow…! Asuka, stop hitting me with books…"
"Shut up. It's your fault for having free hands."
"That's unreasonable…"
"Oh? Do you have a complaint?"
"…No."
Shinji started carrying the chair.
Then.
A soft weight on his shoulder.
"Ikari-kun."
Rei silently held out a textbook.
"Ah, thanks. …But I feel like I just got this from you earlier."
"You borrowed three books."
"R-right… sorry, someone like me borrowing so many."
"Mm. …Lend them to me again."
"…"
Rei's crimson eyes shone with expectation.
"Shinji-kun."
Kaworu wrapped an arm around his other shoulder.
"Whoa!"
"About what happened on the rooftop today. Maybe I'll turn it into a song when I get home."
"A song… you're just going to do it without asking again."
"What should I title it? How about 'You and Us in the Spring Breeze'?"
"That's way too embarrassing…!"
"Eh~, that's great. I want to sing that song in the choir club."
Mari aimed her phone from the front.
"The video's rolling~. This exquisite entanglement o
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