[Date: July 15
Time: 3:00 pm
Location: Kavei's house]

Kavei's anger simmered as he moved around the kitchen, the frustration of his recent encounter with his classmates still fresh in his mind. Despite his attempts to focus on preparing lunch, his thoughts kept drifting back to the conversation that had left him feeling agitated.

"What on earth is wrong with them?" he muttered to himself, his hands moving with more force than necessary as he chopped fruits. "I thought they forgot about it when this conversation never came up. Guess they just wanted to recruit Sebiki and were having a hard time with that."

The sudden sound of a knock at the door interrupted his brooding, momentarily drawing his attention away from his thoughts. He approached the door with a sense of resignation, tossing aside his apron before swinging it open to reveal Itsuhara standing on the other side.

"Itsuhara. What's up?" Kavei greeted her, his tone softening as he recognized the familiar face.

"I guess I ain't getting no respect from you," Itsuhara replied, stepping inside and removing her shoes.

"Come on in," Kavei said, leading the way to the hallroom. He quickly prepared a cup of coffee for her, knowing it was her favorite.

"I can never get enough of this. The taste is out of this world," Itsuhara remarked after taking a sip of the coffee.

"Thanks," Kavei responded with a small smile, appreciating the rare moment of tranquility in Itsuhara's company.

"So, I am here to give you a task," Itsuhara announced, getting straight to the point.

"Already?" Kavei raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"It's been three months since you joined," Itsuhara reminded him.

"Sure, what's up?" Kavei asked, curious about the assignment.

Itsuhara slid a folder across the table towards him, and Kavei picked it up, flipping through the pages as he listened to Itsuhara's explanation.

"A kidnapping case?" Kavei remarked, his interest piqued.

"Yes. Up for it?" Itsuhara inquired.

"What about the police?" Kavei asked, concerned about their involvement.

"The police took the case but didn't make any progress. The couple came to us instead because they just didn't trust authorities anymore," Itsuhara explained.

"Aren't we authorities?" Kavei questioned, puzzled by the distinction.

"We are private detectives. I guess they see us differently," Itsuhara replied. "Anyway, the couple came to me this morning, and I ended up with this."

Kavei nodded, understanding the situation. "Can I have the folder permanently?"

"Of course. Where do you think we should start from?" Itsuhara asked, turning the question back to Kavei.

"The place where she got kidnapped from," Kavei suggested.

"The thing is, we don't know where she got kidnapped," Itsuhara admitted.

"Eh?" Kavei exclaimed, surprised by the revelation.

"All we know is that this female didn't return home for three days straight. The couple thought she was at her friend's place, but obviously, they got too worried after three days and filed a complaint," Itsuhara elaborated.

"Let's go talk to people who know her then," Kavei proposed, already formulating a plan in his mind.

"Sure, but you'll have to go on this case yourself," Itsuhara stated, a hint of apology in her tone.

"Excuse me?" Kavei responded, taken aback by the unexpected turn of events.

"Sorry, Kavei. I have some things to take care of. Henkai can accompany you, though," Itsuhara explained, attempting to reassure him.

"What about my protection?" Kavei protested, feeling uneasy about the idea of going alone.

"Henkai will look after you. Come on, please," Itsuhara pleaded, hoping Kavei would understand the necessity of the arrangement.

As Kavei and Henkai made their way to the victim's house, Kavei couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that lingered within him. "I didn't even say anything. And yet here I am with Henkai in this white car heading to the victim's house," he muttered to himself, his thoughts drifting aimlessly as the scenery passed by outside the open window.

As the car came to a stop and the doors opened automatically, Kavei stepped out, followed closely by Henkai. Together, they approached the imposing mansion and rang the doorbell. The doors swung open, revealing a woman in her mid-forties dressed in a somber black gown with a simple white apron tied around her waist. Henkai introduced himself and Kavei, and the woman bowed respectfully before ushering them inside.

Guiding them to the couch, the woman took a seat opposite them, her eyes brimming with tears yet a faint smile gracing her lips. "What do you want to know about Miyasi?" she asked, her voice tinged with a hint of sternness.

Kavei met her gaze and replied calmly, "Everything you can tell us." The woman began to speak, her voice heavy with sorrow as she recounted details about her daughter, Miyasi.

"Miyasi was a very shy girl," she began. "She never hung out with anyone, except for one friend she relied on a lot. Sometimes she would even stay over at her friend's house for a day or two."

Listening intently, Kavei noted the details, his mind already formulating questions to ask. "Before Miyasi went missing, did you notice anything unusual in her behavior?" he inquired.

The woman shook her head. "No, she was her usual quiet self," she replied, her voice trembling slightly.

"Did she talk to you at all that day?" Kavei pressed further.

"Yes, as always," the woman confirmed, her eyes downcast.

Kavei continued his questioning, probing for any clues that could shed light on Miyasi's disappearance. "Can you tell me everything she did on the day she went missing?" he asked.

"After she got into her uniform, she came down for breakfast. Miyasi didn't eat much in the morning, just like any other day. Then she picked up her bag and left for school. My husband and I went to work after that," the woman recounted.

"And where is your husband now?" Kavei inquired.

"He's at his office. Despite asking for a leave due to the family emergency, they didn't grant him one," she replied sadly.

Kavei nodded, taking note of the information. "After you returned home, was there any sign of Miyasi? Any notes or changes in the house?" he asked.

"No, nothing," the woman replied, her voice laden with grief.

"Was there anything unusual in her room?" Kavei asked, seeking any possible clues.

"No, her room was just as she left it," the woman replied, her eyes filled with tears.

"Alright. Which school does she attend?" Kavei questioned, determined to gather as much information as possible to aid in the search for Miyasi.

"Miyasi? Yes, I am her homeroom teacher," the woman in the blue knee-length frock replied, her voice tinged with concern. Clutching onto the folders in her hands carefully, she glanced at Kavei and Henkai, her expression troubled. Despite her obvious worry, it was evident that she had no firsthand knowledge of the situation involving Miyasi. She hadn't had the opportunity to teach Miyasi's class directly afterall.

"I heard about what happened. I hope she is okay," she added, her tone conveying genuine concern for her missing student. Bowing respectfully to Kavei and Henkai, she took her leave, her long black hair swaying with each step.

As the woman departed, Kavei and Henkai exchanged a brief glance, silently acknowledging the lack of new information. Despite their hopes of gaining insight from Miyasi's homeroom teacher, it seemed that they would need to seek information elsewhere.

"Hm. During my hour, she was just quietly sitting on her seat taking notes," the language teacher explained, her orange bobbed hair swaying gently as she spoke. Her brown coat added a touch of elegance to her demeanor, accentuating her professional appearance.

Kavei listened intently as she recounted her observations, hoping to glean any valuable insights into Miyasi's behavior on the day of her disappearance. Despite the teacher's diligent observations, it seemed that Miyasi's conduct had been unremarkable during the language class.

"The bell rung and I left after that," the teacher concluded, her tone tinged with a hint of regret. She bowed lightly to Kavei and Henkai before stepping back into the staffroom, leaving the two detectives to ponder the significance of her testimony.

"Yes. I am Miyasi's math teacher," the man in the red gym suit acknowledged, his brows furrowing slightly as he tried to recall the events of that fateful day. His gaze shifted between Kavei and Henkai, a hint of concern evident in his expression.

"That day...hm...she was just taking down notes, I think," he continued, his voice trailing off momentarily as he sifted through his memories. "She is usually always quite."

His response offered little in the way of new information, but Kavei remained attentive, hoping for any clue that might shed light on Miyasi's disappearance. As the math teacher lapsed into silence, Kavei exchanged a brief glance with Henkai, silently acknowledging the frustration of their investigation.

"Thank you for your assistance," Kavei said politely, offering a nod of gratitude to the math teacher. "If you remember anything else, please don't hesitate to contact us."

The teacher nodded in response, his expression a mix of sympathy and uncertainty. With a final bow, he excused himself and retreated back into the staffroom, leaving Kavei and Henkai to contemplate their next course of action.

"I teach her science, yes," the lady in her early thirties confirmed, her voice carrying a gentle tone as she addressed Kavei's inquiry. Her warm smile seemed to contrast with the seriousness of their discussion, yet it offered a sense of reassurance amidst the uncertainty. Her green dress blended seamlessly with the foliage of the potted plant beside her, adding a touch of natural beauty to the scene.

"She was just mum the entire time. She is always like that," the teacher continued, her expression softening as she reminisced about her interactions with Miyasi. Despite the gravity of the situation, there was a hint of fondness in her voice, suggesting a genuine concern for her student's well-being.

Kavei nodded in understanding, absorbing the teacher's words as he considered their significance. The consistent portrayal of Miyasi as a reserved and quiet student only added to the enigma surrounding her disappearance. As the teacher bowed politely and excused herself, once again left with more questions than answers, Kavei exchanged a brief glance with Henkai, silently acknowledging the need to delve deeper into the mystery.

"Oh, Miyasi, you say?" grumbled the gym teacher, his annoyance evident in his tone as he addressed Kavei's inquiry. His frustration seemed to stem from Miyasi's habitual absence from his class, a fact that clearly irked him. Despite his irritation, he maintained a sense of professionalism, albeit tinged with exasperation.

"She never attended gym class. She always managed to slip in a medical note and get away," he continued, his words laced with a hint of begrudging admiration for Miyasi's ingenuity in avoiding physical education. It was evident that her ability to bypass his class had become a source of ongoing frustration for the teacher.

"But there was nothing unusual about her that day," he concluded, his irritation momentarily overshadowed by a sense of resignation. Despite Miyasi's consistent absence from his class, there had been no discernible deviation from her usual behavior on the day in question, leaving him with little insight to offer regarding her disappearance.

As the gym teacher muttered his response, Kavei listened attentively, absorbing the information and considering its significance in their investigation. The revelation of Miyasi's persistent truancy from gym class added another layer to the mystery surrounding her disappearance, raising questions about her motives and activities on the day she went missing.

The nurse of the school, a gentle-looking woman with kind eyes and a soothing voice, sat behind her desk in the infirmary, her brown hair neatly trimmed in a short bob framing her face. Adjusting her spectacles, she greeted Kavei and Henkai with a warm smile as they entered the room.

Dressed in a pristine white coat that draped elegantly over her frame, she exuded an air of professionalism tempered by compassion. Her demeanor was calm and composed, a reassuring presence in the midst of any student's health concerns.

"I am the nurse of the school, yes," she affirmed, her voice soft and gentle. "Miyasi Chan always comes here and sleeps the entire gym class. She doesn't talk much," she added, her expression reflecting a mixture of sympathy and concern for the student's well-being.

As she spoke, her hands moved gracefully, adjusting her spectacles and smoothing down the front of her coat with practiced ease. There was an air of quiet efficiency about her, a sense that she was dedicated to her role in caring for the students under her charge.

Despite the seriousness of her duties, there was a warmth in her demeanor that put Kavei and Henkai at ease. They could sense her genuine concern for the welfare of the students, including Miyasi, whose frequent visits to the infirmary had not gone unnoticed.

Listening intently to her words, Kavei and Henkai absorbed the information she provided, grateful for her insights into Miyasi's behavior. They knew that understanding the full picture of Miyasi's routine could be crucial in unraveling the mystery of her disappearance.

As they prepared to leave the infirmary, the nurse offered them a reassuring smile, her kind eyes meeting theirs with a silent promise to assist in any way she could.

Kavei and Henkai traversed the bustling corridors of the school, the rhythmic cadence of their footsteps echoeing against the tiled floors.

Their path intersected with that of a group of students, their animated chatter filling the air as they moved between classes. Spotting Kavei and Henkai, the students fell silent, their curious gazes following the pair as they passed.

Amidst the hushed whispers and furtive glances, Kavei spotted a familiar face among the crowd-a female student who seemed approachable. Stepping forward, he addressed her with a polite inquiry, his voice cutting through the quiet murmurs that surrounded them.

"Miyasi? I don't know much about her. I am not from her class either," the student replied, her tone tinged with uncertainty as she glanced nervously at her companions.