Hearing his voice, Hanamaru stiffened before she straightened, raising her head to look at Daisuke.

"I'm back," she greeted quietly and politely, still feeling as if she was drowning in confusion. It'd been one week and she was somewhat used to this by now, but it didn't mean she'd accepted it, even if she outwardly tried very hard not to do something that would get her in trouble.

As called, she stepped forwards, leaving his men behind with a soft and gentle thank you, despite their appearance. She might've been 'prisoner' here, but she didn't forget her manners easily. She glanced behind her shoulder at them before focusing on Daisuke himself, school bag dangling from her clasped hands in front of her.

Heart still beating fast in her chest, she shifted in place. "Good afternoon-zura."