He shrinks away, unsure just what to do with himself. His morning rituals will need to be adjusted, without a doubt… The Ikari name isn’t nearly as big as Nagisa, but he’d still been able to use it to secure a room for himself to protect his secret. As much as he wanted to fight it, Kaworu is here now by the power of faer family name. There’s nothing for Shinji to do about it now but adjust.
He’ll be fine. He might be fine. If he’s careful.
"I’m going to change," he announces, "So—so please don’t look over here…" It might be fine to be seen from behind if he didn’t have to worry about faer seeing his sports bra.
“Understood,” fae responds, not missing a beat. Declarations of modesty are far from abnormal, and while fae personally would not mind if it ever came to pass that faer roommate glimpsed such a scene, it is a reasonable request. Turning about, the student concerns faerself with depositing miscellaneous items in the nightstand by bedside. Unfastening the door, however, reveals a plethora of scribbles and writing, quite scandalous for a school of this rank.
Kaworu clears faer throat upon seeing a rather phallic sketch.
Had such a thing occurred in faer previous residence of education, a reenactment of the French revolution might have occurred, guillotines and all. Of course, it would be in reverse, but no matter. If the esteemed Nagisa family ever took note of their negligence, fae would be withdrawn without a breath spoken. Perhaps…lips will remain shut. For the better.