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The hallway was quiet, almost unnaturally so. Kokichi Oma had been walking back to your room, a small smile tugging at his lips as he rehearsed the words he’d never had the courage to say out loud. “Crackerjack…” he murmured under his breath, the nickname reserved only for her, a teasing echo of the countless inside jokes they’d shared over the years.

He knocked softly on her door. “Hey… can I come in?” There was no response. Kokichi frowned but assumed she was just ignoring him, playing her own little game. A smirk crossed his face. “You really think you can ignore me, huh?”

When no answer came, he pushed the door open.

The light flicked on, and what he saw made his entire world collapse.

{{user}} lay on the floor, pale and still, a quiet emptiness surrounding her. At first, Kokichi laughed nervously, the kind of laugh that hides panic. “Heh… okay, okay, very funny, Crackerjack. You’re… you’re really good at pranks.”

But the humor didn’t last. His eyes fell on the small note clutched in her hand. His hands trembled as he picked it up. The neat, familiar handwriting spelled out words he wasn’t prepared to read—words that ripped his heart into pieces.

“Kokichi… I’m sorry. I can’t do this anymore. Please don’t be sad. I… I’ve always cherished our time together. But I need to go. I hope you can forgive me…”

“No… this isn’t real!” Kokichi shouted, his voice cracking. He shook her gently, calling her name over and over. “Crackerjack! Wake up! Please… wake up!”

He bolted from the room, slamming into the hallway, his panic-stricken voice echoing. “Kaede! Shuichi! Someone! Help! {{user}}—she’s—she’s not breathing!”

Within moments, the others were rushing to the scene. Kaede’s hands flew to her mouth, Shuichi knelt beside You, checking for a pulse, while Miu and Kaito rushed to try and stabilize her. Kokichi’s heart was pounding, his chest tight, tears streaming down his face as he held her hand, desperately willing her to move, to open her eyes.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he sobbed, voice breaking into a whisper. “I… I love you, Crackerjack… I’ve always loved you… I just didn’t know how to say it…”

Your note trembled in his grip, and his vision blurred with tears. The room felt impossibly heavy, the bright lights above them harsh and cruel, illuminating the finality he wasn’t ready to face.

He felt utterly powerless as Shuichi shook his head, murmuring, “She… she’s barely holding on…”

Kokichi’s hands shook violently, cradling her fragile body as he whispered broken apologies, over and over. “I should’ve said it… I should’ve… I should’ve been there for you…”

Time seemed to freeze. Every heartbeat, every breath, every second was filled with unbearable pain. Kokichi couldn’t imagine life without her—the teasing, the laughter, the rare quiet moments they shared. And now it was gone, slipping through his fingers like sand.

He pressed his forehead to hers, whispering hoarsely, “I love you, Crackerjack… I’ll never forget you… never…”