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“Da Literature Club? Ain't that the one where you read books n’ something?”
“You're thinking of the Book Club, this one writes stuff like poems and short stories.”
“Ain't that kinda girly, not judging though..”
“That sounded like you were though…”
“Shaddup.”
Toji simply glared at Kensuke who only offered an awkward shrug in return.
Shinji sat back unamused, yet slightly embarrassed.
“Look, Miss Misato said I should try joining a club. She says I stay at home too much…”
Kensuke and Toji both frowned, suspicious of his reasoning.
“Don't you hang out with us a lot? You sure you're not just trying to ditch us?”
Kensuke asked skeptically. He doubted Misato's reasoning but didn't want to outright say it to him.
“Besides, why would you want to hang out with a bunch of grammar nerds anyway?”
Shinji held his hands up defensively, stuttering and trying to muster up a defense that would satisfy them both.
“Look, I-”
A hand thrust in between Shinji and the others, interrupting him mid-sentence.
Looking up, he saw his roommate—and occasional tormentor—Asuka Langley Soryu, her face twisted in annoyance..
“Yo, Dorkface, time for clubs. Say bye to Larry and Curly.”
Toji scowled, while Kensuke's expression just faltered into a frown.
Shinji gave an awkward smile and was promptly dragged off by Asuka out of the classroom.
There was a moment's pause before Kensuke spoke up again.
“Who's Larry and Curly?”
Your Reality
By DerpymanMT
A Doki Doki Literature Club and Evangelion crossover
“So where's your stupid Literature Club ? Is it on the third floor?”
Asuka asked, still dragging Shinji along by the arm, her grip firm and unrelenting. He winced, stumbling slightly as she practically yanked him forward.
It's just down the hall… Can you loosen your grip?” he muttered, shifting uncomfortably in her grasp.
Asuka came to a sudden halt, nearly making Shinji bump into her. She narrowed her eyes at him for a moment before huffing, releasing his arm with an exaggerated motion as if she were tossing away something unpleasant.
“Tch. Whatever. Not like I care if your weak little arms fall off.”
Despite her dismissive tone, she crossed her arms and turned her head slightly away, a faint pink dusting her cheeks. With a sharp flick of her hair, she stomped ahead, making sure to keep her usual confident stride—even as her scowl deepened.
Shinji rubbed his wrist with a sigh, watching her march forward.
“Why did she even come with me in the first place?”
Striding down the hall, Asuka kept her pace until she spotted her target.
“Aha! Here it is! Now let's see what kind of nerds we're dealing with!” she declared, a mischievous grin spreading across her face.
Before Shinji could react, she slid the door open with a loud slam and hollered—
“Is this the nerd club!?”
Silence.
Four pairs of eyes turned toward her, each face frozen in bewilderment.
And then she realized—
They were all girls.
Standing before them were four distinctly different girls, each with unique hair colors: one purple, one pink, one slightly orange, and one brunette.
Their expressions ranged from confusion to mild surprise, blinking at the sudden intrusion.
Shinji sighed, rubbing the back of his neck as he slipped past the stunned Asuka. Without hesitation, he approached the brunette with a small, apologetic smile.
“Sorry about that Monika…”
MONIKA??
Monika waved her hand and simply brushed it off with a smile.
“No need to worry Shinji, It’s ok!”
She then turned to face Asuka, wearing the same polite smile—but something about it felt a little more… forced.
Asuka tried to keep her expression neutral, but the slight twitch at the corner of her mouth betrayed her.
“You must be Asuka Langley Soryu, I'm Monika Aniołczyk.”
Asuka’s eyes widened, her surprise breaking through her carefully controlled demeanor.
“You’re Polish?” she asked cautiously, not wanting to make things any more awkward. Monika nodded.
“I am indeed. My family moved here as part of the UN NERV International job exchange. I've been here for three years now.”
Asuka scowled, her irritation practically radiating off her—but Monika simply ignored it. With a composed smile, she placed a hand on Shinji’s shoulder and gently turned him toward the rest of the club.
Despite Asuka simmering in the background, the three remaining girls focused on their new guest, each greeting him in turn.
“Hiya, Shinji! I'm Sayori Yamada! It's nice to meet you!” Sayori beamed, waving enthusiastically. Her energy was infectious, and Shinji couldn't help but offer a small, awkward nod in return.
Next, a tall, purple-haired girl stepped forward, her expression reserved but warm. She folded her hands neatly in front of her before speaking.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you both. I’m honored to meet the pilots of the Evangelions. My name is Yuri Hiraoka.”
Her tone was polite, almost formal, but there was a hint of genuine admiration in her voice.
Finally, the last girl—shorter than the rest, with striking pink hair—crossed her arms, looking less than thrilled. She gave Shinji a once-over before speaking, her tone stiff but not outright hostile.
“I’m Natsuki Shiranami. I guess it’s nice to meet you.”
Shinji wasn’t sure if that was an actual greeting or a begrudging obligation, but he chose not to question it. However, he quickly noticed that Natsuki’s eyes weren’t just on him—she was also glaring, ever so slightly, at Asuka. It wasn’t hard to guess why.
"Well, Shinji, that’s everyone here in the club. I’m very glad we could have you join us!"
Monika patted Shinji once more on the back, earning a small, awkward smile from him. He still wasn’t sure how he felt about all this, but Monika’s enthusiasm made it hard to protest.
Then, with a composed grace, Monika turned to face an obviously fuming Asuka.
“Ms. Soryu, you’re more than welcome to join us—unless, of course, you need to head off to the Martial Arts Club?”
She finished with a knowing smirk, her words laced with just enough amusement to make Asuka’s eye twitch.
How the hell did she know that? Asuka had never told anyone—not even Shinji.
"You know what? I think I’ll sta—"
Before Asuka could finish, her phone buzzed with a new message. She glanced at the screen—one of the Martial Arts Club members.
「We need you here for check-in. Where are you?」
Her frown deepened. With a sigh, she shoved the phone back into her pocket. Annoyed, she turned to Shinji and, without warning, grabbed his ear and yanked.
“If you so much as act like a perv around them, I’ll kill you.”
Shinji winced, struggling to stay upright.
“Okay! Okay! I promise I won’t!”
Satisfied—if barely—she let go with a sharp hmph before storming off, her irritation still palpable.
Rubbing his sore ear, Shinji sighed before glancing at Monika with a weak chuckle.
“Again, I’m really sorry about this…”
Monika giggled.
"And again, it’s no problem, Shinji. I promise."
The other club members gave a mix of awkward yet affirming nods, though the tension still lingered.
"Just keep her away from me. She's kinda rude," Natsuki muttered, arms crossed.
Yuri shot her an unimpressed side-eye but said nothing.
Monika clapped her hands together, effortlessly redirecting the conversation.
"Well then, now that that’s settled, we can get started on our activities for the day!”
Picking some paper off a desk, Monika went around the classroom handing out papers to each member.
“Today we'll start off with some simple poetry. You may choose any structure. You may also use English if you'd like for your poem, I can read it.”
Shinji took the paper in his hands and sat down at a desk. He stared at the paper for a bit before getting an idea.
Asuka stormed down the school hall, frustration boiling beneath the surface. Today, she had a new enemy—and she wasn’t about to let herself fall behind.
Before going any further, she yanked out her phone and scrolled through her contact list. There was only one person she knew who could help.
Or at least, one of them…
She tapped the name, pressed call, and held the phone to her ear, waiting impatiently as the line rang.
Finally, a familiar voice picked up.
“Yo, Kaji here.”
“Mr. Kaji, I need your help with something. I need you to look someone up.”
A pause. Then, a tired sigh on the other end.
“Asuka, I can’t keep running background checks and digging up dirt on every girl who looks at Shinji the wrong way.”
Asuka scowled, her grip tightening around the phone.
“It’s not that! I need information on this weird girl in Shinji’s new club. And no, I’m not jealous of her! She just… seems off.”
Another pause. Then, a reluctant sigh.
“Look, I’ll do this one last time. I’ll see what I can find on her. Just give me a name, and I’ll check it out when I have some free time.”
Asuka smirked, fist-pumping to herself before answering.
“It’s a Polish name. Monika… something-czyk. Look, Japanese is hard enough—I can’t pronounce Polish too.”
If she could see Kaji, she'd see him pinch the bridge of his nose in annoyance.
“Alright. I'll see what I can do. I'll talk to you later Asuka.”
The line went dead, leaving Asuka alone with her thoughts. Now, all she had to do was wait.
Smirking to herself, she knew she could beat this freak. It was only a matter of time.
Before she could bask in her own confidence any longer, her phone buzzed with a new message.
「Wondergirl: Am I doing this correctly?」
Attached was a photo of Rei in the cooking club—her usually stoic face speckled with cake batter.
Asuka stared at the image for a moment before clamping a hand over her mouth, barely suppressing a laugh.
Shaking her head, she quickly typed back:
「Yup. You’re doing great!」