"As my father said, I'm here as a special teacher. Mainly filling in here or there wherever I'm needed." Masanori replied rather flatly to Nanase's inquiries. The principle watched the two like some kind of predator, eying the two up and down before he responded himself. "Good good! Planning ahead is important, it shows professionalism." Raijin stood stock straight, putting a hand on his heart. "Ah, it warms my heart to see the youth of today be so professional and respectful. Truly am I blessed with such students." At that point, his head turned to stare at something past Nanase Suzu, gray eyes fixated on whatever was behind her. "Ah, I see. Well it appears preparations are almost complete, the director however needs me so I'll go attend to that." As he was walking away he gave his son a look that Suzu couldn't quite read. 

As soon as his father was out of earshot Masanori shook his head with a sigh. "Crazy old man." The detective stuck his hands in the pockets of his coat. "So, you're a senior right? Any ideas what you want to do after you graduate?" Masanori leaned against a nearby wall, his gray eyes a mirror of his father's, except where in Raijin's there was a crazy warmth or happiness, Masanori's were calm, with a touch of curiosity and calculated interest. They weren't dull but not bright either, his eyes were guarded, as if they were steel.