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Yowane Haku does not like being called something she is not.
How she loathes the very first day she showed up at this accursed high school just to present herself to the horrible asshole from hell known as the principal. How she hates the scrutinizing glare he gave her through his lenses and the onslaught of stupid questions he fired at her. He should have stopped trying to be friendly already and just be strict and terrifying like how a real principal should be, then Haku could have been more comfortable; hell, she was surrounded by strict and terrifying people half her life, but that's a story for another time. Yet, her blood didn't come to a roaring boil until he started asking her about her background and she, well, told the fricking truth. She had to stifle a growl when the old man gave her the "you must be joking" look and said something stupid along the lines of, "but there are no elves in Japan!"
"I said I'm half elf." Haku repeated herself, unaware that she had turned pink from her cheeks to her not pointed ears, "And there is an elven tribe in Hokkaido. You don't believe me? Just go there and get lost in a forest. Oh, be careful not to get hit by one of their poisoned arrows, by the way. They can turn you into a celery stick. The elves are not too fond of humans; I was glad that my mother was not one of those who got their tongues chopped off and made into sushi like the accidental trespassers, or had their brains fed to wild birds like the intentional trespassers."
The principal looked intimidated, because that reminded him of something. His younger sister who went on a trip to Shiretoko Peninsula with her friends and none of them came back. Haku smirked. Hands shaking, the man grabbed his pen, dropped it, grabbed it again, and resumed writing something on a sheet of paper that he didn't allow Haku to look at. Eyes super-glued to his work, the douchebag principal shooed her away muttering something like, "Make sure you get to the entrance exam on time!"
That was a story from months ago. But now, as Haku sits in the corridor of Vocaloid International High School during break time reading the school magazine, her ruby eyes nearly pop out of their sockets as they skim over an article about her winning a poetry competition in which Haku is stated to be a hanyou. Shit, she says to herself, as there is no stopping that damned otaku classmate of her that is Kagamine Rin from chasing her around with a red kimono and a pair of dog ears now. Why does nobody believe her? She bitterly thinks as she tears up the magazine into two handfuls of bits, grunting, "There. Are. Elves. In. Japan!" between rips before chucking it all into the nearest trash can.
Yowane Haku does not like being called something she is not.