Follow her, obviously.

Being the Ultimate Moral Compass meant that he couldn't just brush off a classmate's requests, even if they were off-putting and the woman making them was incredibly intimidating. If anything, part of him was secretly glad that Peko Pekoyama had chosen to talk to him, even if it were under magical compulsion.

"Of course!" He replied, as she led the way to the other side of the gym calmly- arm tapping against the side of the men's locker room door.

"Forgive me, but earlier while we were stretching, I heard something clang from inside this room loudly. Unfortunately, seeing as it's the men's changing room, I'm unable to enter. Seeing your tendency to maintain this place, and your tendency to investigate situations, I was wondering if you could check it out for me? Peko asked in a casual tone, nodding. "I will be waiting for you to complete your investigation- though I must warn you, classes will be starting soon."

"Oh, thank you." Kiyotaka replied, after a moment of thinking. It was possible that something had fallen- or worse, something had broken. He hadn't checked the gym yet this morning- it was good on Peko that she'd heard it. "I'll give it a quick look, and tell you what I've found. Sorry if I seem a little on-edge right now."

"On-edge?" Peko murmured, as Kiyotaka opened the door and nodded. "It's nothing! I've just had a stressful morning. Rest assured, I'll figure out the mystery behind the noise! Or- contract Kyoko or Shuichi to investigate. If word about this gets out, we might end up with another ghostly scare, and that could lead to panic."

"Thank you, Kiyotaka." She replied, her expression hard to read. "I'm sorry you've had a stressful morning. If there's anything I can do to help, feel free to ask."

He gave a nod, and then quickly rushed inside.

The men's locker room wasn't that terrible. Under normal circumstances, the worst one had to deal with was the smell, and while it wasn't as pristine as the changing rooms by the pool, it functioned well. It was essentially a series of small interconnected rooms- a room for lockers, a shower room, and a small weight-lifting room off to the side of both, with red walls and metal benches covered with comfort-designed foam (after an incident where one of Hope's Peak's earlier students had tripped and slammed his jaw into the metal bar meant for sitting.)

These were not normal circumstances. For instance, a locker had been flawlessly dislodged and toppled over- somehow, one of its support struts had been broken clean in two, and it'd tumbled. The foam around the metal benches had been carved open- possibly even clawed open, with the number of slashes in the fabric, and three of the shower-heads had been unscrewed.

The weight room was just as bad- most of the weights had been scattered, and a few had been cracked. In essence, it was as if a tornado had come through here earlier in the day and demolished everything with an uncanny level of precision.

In short, it was the perfect distraction from his worries.

This was the type of emergency he trained for and thrived in. Not "magical notebooks", or "the gripping fear of intimacy with a classmate after years of sacrificing social skills for perfect grades and perfect attendance", it was this.

To be standing in a ruined set of rooms, looking at a material problem that would stress most others out, and either lead the way to fixing it, or fix it himself before anyone else could find it and worry. To carve a path through blood, sweat, and tears that others could walk upon, without ever wondering who'd paved the road and drawn the lines.

He'd start with the barbells first. That was the easiest of the three issues in his way. With only a few grunts and hisses, he placed the damaged ones in the corner, and refiled the rest. The locker and foam would take tricker solutions, so the next issue on his mind was the shower-heads. Thankfully, they'd be easy for him to screw back into place.

So, he walked into the shower room, almost directly into Peko Pekoyama's bra-laden chest as she looked upon three perfectly screwed in shower-heads.

"Oh, Kiyotaka." She spoke plainly- casually as she hung her shirt to the wall, and kept her calm, matter-of-fact expression. She didn't seem concerned with the fact that she was in the men's locker room, or that her D-cup sized breasts were only covered by a thin, black string bra. "I see you've already worked up a sweat yourself. I figured I'd be able to reach the shower-heads better, and you seemed like you were having little trouble with the weights. All that's needed to do now is test the water, and then we can get to fixing the locker." Her left hand was already by her toned stomach, fiddling with her skirt as she turned to fully face him.

The skirt fell open with a soft clicking sound, revealing a tight black thong that hugged her ass, and left little to the imagination with the outline it gave.

"You should disrobe. It'll be easier to test the showers out that way." She spoke, taking a few steps towards him, her athletic body managing to sway with every single step she took. "Actually, if it's not a problem for you, I can help you with getting out of that. A school uniform like that has to be troublesome to get out of. Is that alright with you?"