Haruka nodded, she could imagine how terrible that must have felt though it was an experience she had avoided. "Yeah, well about the only good thing about having a face that looks like this," She gestured vaguely to her scars, "is that nobody at school wants to get close enough to hug me." She smiled sourly, "Most of my classmates avoid even looking at me unless they think I can't see them and the only boys who have ever tried to touch me were a couple of disgusting perverts who thought I'd be easy prey." Her grin turned slightly more dark at the memory, "Let's just say neither of them are likely to ever try anything like that again."

She caught herself slipping into her dark persona and closed her eyes. She ducked back behind her curtain of hair and took a few calming breaths. When she pushed her hair back again, she was back to her usual calm, easy going mannerisms. She finished the rice ball, though it had gotten slightly squished when she got upset. It still tasted better than anything she could make and she wasn't about to let it go to waste.

"I hear them whispering about me." She told Yukina quietly. "They try to guess whether I was mauled by a bear or in a car accident or an explosion....those are some of the nicer theories." She shrugged, "They are all better than the truth so I don't complain much."

(OOC: I have to go to sleep. My eyes are refusing to focus.)