Just as she was about to leave the site, a new person approached her. Another boy. For a change, this one had much, much shorter hair then the other one. He too, looked vaguely familiar, but she couldn't recall his name or disability. Not that it mattered. His words of compassion made her sort of angry. She didn't like to be pitied, it was humiliating. He seemed to have good intentions, but for Mizuki, it was like twisting a knife in her wound. However, again, there was little she could do, other then dismissing him and retreating somewhere far away. Right as she was about to say something cold to him, he scratched the back of his head in a silly motion, and she noticed that there is something wrong with his hands. Now she wasn't in the mood to talk, and just as she was about to dismiss him,he she noticed that his hands are weird. Upon closer inspection, Mizuki realized that he has only three fingers. She glanced at her dysfunctional right hand. She had all five, but only two were functional. Does that mean she has it worse?
No..wait a minute..wait a minute. Since when did her jealousy of those, who are healthy and well turned into a jealousy of anyone and everyone who is at least slightly less dysfunctional then herself? However, before that doubtlessly revolutionary observation could settle in her brain, she found herself chuckling at his notion of Sakura having a brain disorder, and utterly forgot what she was thinking about just a moment ago. A treacherous giggle! Knowing that it was too late to play it cold now, she decided to carry on with the conversation.
"Haha, you don't need to apologize for that. I also think that some students here have more then just physical problems". Naturally, she was excluded from that list. For a moment she was tempted to go on in that direction and share with him some of her other ideas regarding the red-haired girl, but in the end, decided against it and changed topic a little bit. "I'm Aizawa Mizuki..I think we're classmates." Yes..she as certain they were in the same class. Won't hurt to ask his name.
"I'm sorry", she said, exaggerating the "sorry" on purpose, "but I've only transfered a few weeks ago, having spend some time in the hospital, and I don't remember everyone's name yet. You are..?"