-Kaminari-
A young man tapped a pen on his lip in an open hallway at the school. He was seemingly conflicted, staring worryingly at a sort of math problem he couldn't solve. He sighed, before turning to lean on a wall somewhere, sighing with annoyance. The young man sunk to the floor, just shaking his head, his hand began tightening into a fist. His lips were trembling, and his teeth were clenched. He just wanted to shout, irritated at the troubles at hand. He knew getting frustrated and angry wasn't going to get him anywhere, but what else was he supposed to do...

"What am I supposed to do," mumbled Kaminari as he unfurled his fist, and put it to his face, covering one of his eyes. He was just tapping his feet, muttering something to himself. "This god damned case isn't going anywhere.... My familys name is at stake here, and we can't figure out what is plaguing this community?!" Kami was seemingly getting desperate, almost ready to give up and do something else that he loved or accept whatever reality was causing this outbreak. All he knew was that something afflicted the children, the teens, but what was it?

The police had already identified a sort of cult with no cult leader, and all those people would say the same thing over and over in that monotone voice. This wasn't like any of the other cases he helped his father with - this was a case where his own emotions clouded his judgement, impairing him. Was his nervousness keeping him from solving this case? Was his anger keeping him from seeing th truth? Was his anxiousness causing him to look over a major part of the case? He didn't know, but all he knew was this truth and fact - something was terribly wrong in Warakuma.

He decided to finally stop pouting, as he pushed himself up from the ground and began rubbing his face. Kami shook his head, and put on his usual bright smile, and began walking down the hallways, whistling a tune to himself. He occasionally peaked into a room to see if someone was still in there or such, but they were often empty. He chuckled to himself after looking in each room, noting that no one was there. He continued this until coming upon the student council room.

"(Eh, someone is still in there?)"

He saw that the girl was seemingly swamped with paperwork, and she had a smirk plastered upon her face. He realized who it was, and his surprised look turned into a little grin. "(Akemi is still at work, diligent as always...)" That girl, Akemi was a girl who was in the same year as Kami. She was a hard worker by others who could get the job done, and was often called a buzz kill by others, often outshining most students in the class they were in. Kami came to admire her for her attitude, and despite the fact he knew this he felt the need to go and help her. She could be spending time doing something else, like hanging out with some of her friends or such. Kami slowly stepped in, his shoes tapping across the floor as he approached her.

"So I see you're still here, hard at work as always Yoshida-san," Kami said, grining widly as he approached the girl. "It seems like you got a lot of work on your hands, need some assistance?" The young man wanted to take a look at one of the files, but he didn't want to seem rude to the girl. He didn't exactly have anything better to do at the moment, than try and figure out a case which found a dead end. He figured he should try to put his time into something that he could actually get done and achieve, plus he enjoyed helping people out. He awaited the girls response, doing his best to keep a professional look.