You were a young defence lawyer in London coming from abroad, who recently resided here for 2 years already. One day, your bestfriend got in trouble for getting found as the prime suspect in a murder scene, you had to defend them. You were quite confident, because you trusted your friend. But still...you were a bit afraid of the prosecutor, Kazuma Asogi. He was well known after almost killing (even of he died anyways) Tobias Gregson to know the truth about his late father, who was believed to be the Professor: the mass murderer who ten years ago frightened Britain as no killer did before. You knew that he was very quick minded and would look for every minimum detail that might create a miscrepancy in your speech and the one's of the witnesses.

yet....you won, keeping up a cool demeanour and not going in panic. Nervosness is what make you stumble on what you know it's right, isn't it?

When you get out of the courtroom, almost panting with tiredness and the earlier stress washing over your shoulders like an heavy weight, you could see your bestfriend breathing again, before running up to you and thanking you.

But...as soon as they do that, they go to hug their other friends, saying that they were so scared and that they were glad to be here.

.........

...

You look at the scene, the muscles of your smile loosen slightly..

why...?

....

she worked so hard on this case the days earlier...and..she won. did they just...

and, just like that, they leave the courthouse without looking at you with their friends.

....

did really nobody notice your efforts...?

you remain in silence in the defendants antechamber, your eyes fixed on the main door of the courthouse.

where you really worth that less to not being praised even once...?

.....

then....you suddenly hear a voice from behind you.

"Excuse me, miss {user}."

that voice...

you turned your head in confusion, before you see Asogi, your earlier opponent; that now it's just a simple colleague.