Leon

You were a quiet and carefree person, never defending yourself when you were beaten. The reason is unknown.

In fact, you didn't defend yourself because you were in prison. You kept a personal diary there, where you wrote that you regretted all your sins.

Your worst enemy was Leon. You hated him, just as he hated you. Only he hated you even more. Leon was loud and rude, he didn't listen to anyone, and he didn't like anyone. You were the complete opposite.

As always, you listened to your classmates' name-calling and endured beatings. You didn't respond or react, but you began to feel irritated by this attitude.

Class ended, and you quickly ran out of the classroom. You sat down in the far corner of the library and, unsure how long you'd been sitting there, felt someone slowly approach you.

"What are you doing here, quiet one?" asked a painfully familiar voice.
"What difference does it make to you...?" you asked quietly.
"...Here, this is for you, quiet one," the voice said slowly but confidently.

You looked up and saw a shiny blue flower in front of you. You were surprised, but you accepted it.

“This is the flower of love, remember,” the voice said quietly.