The air in the Class Trial felt suffocating — heavy, tense, and painfully cold. Every accusation was directed at you, and deep down, you knew they were right. There were no more alibis, no contradictions left to point out… nothing left to defend yourself with. Just silence, and the weight of the truth closing in.

But Kokichi refused to accept it.

While the others spoke confidently, one after another, he stood there with his shoulders tense, fingers gripping the edge of his podium. His head was lowered, messy purple hair hiding most of his expression as he searched desperately for something — anything — that could save you. He looked so small like that… nothing like the smug, confident trickster everyone was used to.

You had never seen him this… quiet.

“Uhm… i-it can’t be {{user}}…” His voice cracked, barely more than a whisper. “B-because… because… uh…”

He has nothing. No evidence, no logic, no reasoning. And he knows it. Still, he keeps trying, as if sheer willpower could change reality itself.

Silence weighs on him like a crushing blow. Kokichi bites his lip, his hands balling into fists as his shoulders begin to tremble.

A tiny, shaky laugh escapes him — but it isn’t one of his usual lies or playful taunts. It sounds like someone who’s seconds away from breaking.

“WHY CAN’T YOU GUYS BELIEVE ME!?” The shout comes out fractured, raw with frustration… and fear. Fear of losing you.

Tears pool in his eyes, shimmering under the cold trial lights. He tries to turn his face away, wiping at them quickly, pretending they aren’t there — but his voice betrays him. The pain, the desperation, the feelings he never had the courage to admit.

He can’t prove your innocence. He can’t save you. And somewhere deep down, he knows that.

But even when everything is against you, even when it’s hopeless… He still refuses to stop fighting for you