[ He likes to pretend that never happened -- it shouldn't have, to be honest, because the fact of the matter is Rika's not a person that he should confide in. No one is and ever will be, simply because of the fact that he knows that his past that overwhelms him with the desire of revenge is pathetic.

Hajun doesn't want to appear like a child that was promptly tossed aside by a world that never wanted him. He wants to be a person praised and loved... and even that seems like too much to ask for. ]

Call me what you want, but at least I can do something if I want to, right? You don't want to put any effort into anything because you expect others to do it for you -- you're more worried about how short your skirt, anyway.

[ Hajun promptly clicks his tongue, watching for a moment as she tries to walk away. He notices the blood, the drops that fall onto the tile floor, and grabs her by the wrist. ]

At least wash up before you go out there and make more of a problem, idiot. You left blood all over the place!