Yukimura does not actually know for sure that the headmaster is in his office. What he does know is that he doesn't have time to waste walking the school in search of him. What he also knows is where to find a reliable chain of communication upwards.

"Excuse me," he says as he opens the door to one of the classrooms and scans it quickly for his audience. "Yagyuu. A moment please."

Two minutes in the hall later, the student council president has all of the information he needs and returns to his seat. Yukimura looks briefly back in the direction of the art room, and heads the other way, towards the staircase to the rooftop garden where he ate lunch with Flayn the other day. It's a wild guess, but it's the best one he has to make. If Flayn wanted him and him only to find her, he has to believe this is where she would go.

The push bar to the exit door feels ice cold against his palm as he gently pushes it open and steps out, looking around for her figure. His anger is dispelled with the execution of everything needed to address its cause. What remains is the concern for how she must feel after being ganged up on and deceived like that, now free to bloom to the surface.

"Flayn...? Are you here?"