Flowers, flowers for me

Wait, do I have a backstory?

When Lavender regained consciousness, she pretended not to. She was worried she would see something she didn't want to.

Instead, Lavender took in what she could with her other senses heightened due to fear and nothing to see. The first thing she noticed was that she wasn't in the alleyway anymore, or if she was then the alleyway must've had a blanket and pillows hidden away somewhere.

The second thing Lavender noticed was that she could hear multiple people she didn't know talking. She decided she'd focus on what they're saying first.

"-t mean to! She came outta no where and wasn't watching her back! I had to fight those guys off while I was bleeding out before you guys got there, and she was already knocked out cold." She heard him take in a deep breath, as if this was something he had been forced to repeat multiple times in a short time.

Another guy grumbled moodily, as if this was the greatest of annoyances to him. "Why isn't she awake yet anyways? Most people don't stay unconscious that long. She better not have gotten bad head trauma or something, we can't have her goin' round and tellin' everyone our business just cause she was goin' down dark alley ways and following mysterious trails of blood."

At this, Lavender heard a couple other guys snicker before coughing as if reminding themselves not to laugh at the same time another guy spoke up. His voice sounded oddly familiar, and Lavender assumed he was a major character from the game.

"Well, she's wearing the same uniform as us, so she'll likely know who we are and won't make much of a fuss. When she does wake up, we'll just explain, remind her not to rat us out, and send her on her way. Just relax."

Lavender felt she could 'wake up' now that she knew for certain what would happen once she woke up, as well as having the comfort that these were kids her age that went to the same school as her.

As Lavender opened her eyes slowly and groaned as if in pain, she reached to the back of her head and sat up. Her gaze swept across the boys in the room with her as their eyes all snapped to her, a hush falling over their conversation. "Huh? What's.. going on? What happened?"

She knew exactly what happened, she wasn't suddenly ridden with amnesia, but she would rather that be how they see her; sort of dumb and not worth the trouble.

The guy who's voice she recognized spoke up. When she turned to him, she felt her cheeks redden. Lavender never thought she'd actually like the 'bad boy' look in real life (she definitely liked the 'bad girl' look, she knows that), but here she was, sitting in front of Osoro whatever his last name was, a blush coating her cheeks.

"You followed a trail of blood in an alley way and got yourself knocked out by some punks who were bothering Hikitsuri. We beat their asses and brought you back to his place to let you rest till you woke." Lavender nodded along, her eyes darting back and forth from Osoro and the other delinquents in the room, all staring her down in what she supposed was an intimidating and unspoken threat.

"Ah, is that, um.." she glanced around and gulped for full affect, her brows furrowed. "Is that all, I really didn't mean to bother anyone, I just thought it might be a bloody kitten, what with how loud they were being.. um.." The guys glanced at who she assumed was 'Hikitsuri', the one in the red shirt, and a couple of them snickered before stopping themselves, likely to keep their intimidating image intact.

"Thank you so much for the help, I truly appreciate it, ah, Senpai." She would pretend she didn't know his name, though she was sure it would've been rude to use his first anyway, and made to get up completely, found her bag by the bedside, and grabbed it. One of the other delinquents stopped her before she could leave, blocking the door.