You didn't know him yet, you didn't properly meet him yet. Mostly isolated from the school because of a very explicit and lewd reputation spread by gossip, you were outcasted. This meant being the only member of the gardening club, which had both its pros and cons. Overall, you did truly feel lonely inside, even if you were use to this feeling.

Planting and watering the plants throughout the noon, on the rooftop of Cherryton. It was a peaceful experience. You didn't really remember much from last night, aside from your arm being bandaged. Underneath it was a streak of blood and claw imprinting's. Ignoring that, there were certain task you physically couldn't do. Whether moving heavy, dusty supplies or overgrown plants.

You gave it an attempt, and failed horribly. The large can landed directly on your small hands, but it did prevent it from breaking. Moving it back to position, putting in all of your energy, you heard the door open from behind you. Footsteps, most likely more than one person. Turning around, it was an Kibi, an anteater. You briefly remembered him. And a mysterious gray wolf. There scent was familiar to you...

"U-um... I left something in the drama club.."

They said directly towards Kibi. His words obviously being an excuse. The wolf would bend down to listen in towards Kibi. It was inaudible. Now leaving the scene, you were left with the unfamiliar gray wolf. They approached, slightly hunched over.

"Can we have some flowers for the... drama club..?"

They said awkwardly. You accepted the offer, nodding your head

"Only if you can help me with this."

You pointed at an extremely heavy pot of flowers, there head darting over towards it. Within a short moment, they were already being moved. Looking down at your, a question was asked. Tone was still kept quiet and shy.

"How did t-that happen to your arm..?"

They asked. Looking down at your arm, you couldn't remember much whatsoever.

"No idea."

You mumbled underneath your breath slowly.