Nahhh, nothing so bad. It’s just kinda uncomfortable in classic folk-tale style.
Kaworu: I haven’t seen you before.
Kaworu: How odd, could it be that you can see me?
Kaworu: Ikari Shinji-kun… That is your name, isn’t it?
Kaworu: May your life be blessed with good health and love, Shinji-kun.
Kaworu: You came to play?
Shinji: I have brought an offering today.
Kaworu: Thank you. I was brewing tea, so why don’t we eat it together?
Shinji: Aahhh~ Sweets really are delicious.
Kaworu: You sure love sweet things, don’t you.
Kaworu: In this village Shinji-kun is the only human (Shinji: Kaworu-kun!) who can see me, a kami.
Kaworu: He alone is special.
Kaworu: My fated person….
Kaworu: Shinji-kun. When the time comes… would you become my bride?
Shinji: I can get married when I turn fourteen.
Kaworu: That’s right. Just seven more years and we can be bound for eternity.
Shinji: And then we can play every day. I’m so happy.
Kaworu: ...That’s right. I’m happy too.
Narration: Seven years later the boy suddenly disappeared. It is whispered by the villagers that he was spirited away.
Narration: (this turned into horror, lol)