Head to CLASS, of course!

Hope's Peak was not your typical academy. Anyone who knew anything about the school would cheerfully tell you "Well, yes. This is obvious. Most schools don't have millions of dollars pumped into it, or a man eating plant in the arboretum, or an arboretum at all." This meant that Kiyotaka's daily task of "make sure everything is proper and in order before going to awaken his classmates", was a messy one. He'd already spent too much time getting distracted by what was in the courtyard, and now he was several minutes behind schedule.

Granted, most of his classmates wouldn't particularly care about most of it, though they thanked him for tuning the instruments in the music hall, for stringing the bows in the practice range, and for ensuring that the protein powder wasn't mixed in with more lethal regents. If anything, there were a lot of places in Hope's Peak that were quite dangerous if you didn't keep them properly maintained (though really, this was just one of many issues Kiyotaka had brought to the attention of faculty members before.)

As such, most of his day to day before the academy opened was spent greeting faculty members and assisting with what maintenance he could. Everything here functioned like a perfect, well oiled machine if you applied enough hard work and effort, and it was his self appointed duty to ensure it did. Being the Ultimate Moral Compass wasn't like other titles that were inherited, or part of a special talent. This took work, and blood, and sweat, and even tears to keep.

So, why-

"It just isn't possible." Kiyotaka muttered at his desk, the notebook on it before him. He'd managed to clean up the classroom well enough, and logically, now was the time to get going to march to the dorms belonging to the Ultimates, declare the start of another Good Morning and Fantastic Day, and ensure everyone had enough time to get ready for classes and have a hearty, nutritious breakfast.

Why was he still in here? It was only superstition after all, and yet.

1) The person who's name is written in this book will be made to have sex.

There were already two names flitting in his head for the off chance he did write in it. The first belonged to one of his classmates from Class 78: The Ultimate Idol, Sayaka Maizono. Yes, she was attractive- slim, pale, and almost doll-like in her beauty, and her tendency to wear short skirts drew plenty of attention to her legs, but there was a method to this madness. Idols couldn't enter relationships. Logically, Sayaka would be risking her career to "jump his bones" if the book did work, and he'd be able to easily talk her out of something like that.

The second belonged to one of Class 77's members: The Ultimate Swordswoman, Peko Pekoyama. True, she was tall, thin, and athletic, and her form fitting transparent tights were just as eye-catching as other more uncouth members of his class commented, but her demeanor was quiet and cool. Add that to how intimidating she could be, and he was certain that she wouldn't fall prey to something like a mere "magical" notebook.

What was he saying? What was he doing? If either of them found out that he was thinking of them like this, his integrity as a Moral Compass and as a classmate- as a friendquaintance would be in jeopardy.

. . .

So he'd just burn the book afterwards if nothing happened. Right. It was already too late for him to make it in time for the morning wake-up call anyway. He'd just etch a name down, then erase this book and all of the questions it raised from his mind. Simple.

Easy.

Pen met paper.