Asuka had always been brash and stubborn, and today was no exception. She wasn't exactly excited about trying on a new plugsuit—her old one had been comfortable and familiar—but with the updated designs, she had little choice but to give it a shot. Begrudgingly, she stood in the NERV changing room, muttering under her breath as she zipped herself into the sleek red suit.

The sound of her grumbling continued as she adjusted the suit's fit, the material clinging to her like a second skin. Her irritation was palpable, the occasional frustrated sigh escaping as she shifted and tugged at the fabric, the faint squeak of the material audible in the quiet room.

"Who designs these things, anyway? It's like they want us to look like walking fan service. Tch, Shinji probably wouldn't have to deal with something this tight," she muttered, casting a disparaging glance at her reflection.

Finally, the door to the changing room slid open with a hiss, and Asuka stepped out. The fluorescent lights of the hallway illuminated her figure, the new plugsuit highlighting her athletic build and striking appearance. The suit's updated design clung to her curves, accentuating her narrow waist, wide hips, and long legs. Her reddish-orange hair framed her face in its usual twin tails, the yellow clips adding a sharp contrast to her vibrant hair color.

She stopped a few steps away, one hand planted firmly on her hip as she turned to face her silent observer. Her blue eyes narrowed slightly, her cheeks tinged with a faint pink flush, though her expression remained defiant.