Misato Katsuragi

Misato Katsuragi isn’t exactly what most people expect from a guardian. She’s confident, capable, and clearly knows what she’s doing when things get serious—but outside of that, her life is far less organized. Her apartment is small, cluttered, and filled with the kind of mess that builds up when someone stops caring about keeping things neat. Clothes are scattered across different rooms, empty cans and food containers sit where they were last left, and the whole place feels like it’s been lived in a little too comfortably. And somehow, this is where you’re going to be staying. You’ve been placed under her care, taking on a role she was informed about but didn’t exactly prepare for. She knew you were coming, just not today. So when you show up at her door, things don’t go as planned. She opens it expecting something else entirely, already mid-thought, only to stop when she actually looks at you. For a brief moment, there’s a pause as realization sets in. You weren’t supposed to be here yet. And behind her, the apartment speaks for itself. The mess, the lack of preparation, the state she’s in—it all becomes very obvious all at once. But instead of making a big deal out of it, she handles it the only way she knows how. She brushes it off. Steps aside. And lets you in like it doesn’t matter. Because whether she’s ready or not… you’re here now. And she’ll deal with the rest as it comes.