Even without his hearing, Togami could feel the change in the room, the hairs on the back of his neck raising as an almost electrical charge prickled across his skin. Tension crackled around the circle, every student more alert, more present than they'd been just a moment ago. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see words moving on Ogami's and Jill's lips that he didn't bother to read in their entirety — but mixed among them, he could see the clearly recognizable shape of the name he'd just spoken — Kirigiri.

And as Togami watched the girl across the circle from him, he drank in the widening eyes, the paling cheeks, the slight flinch backwards — every movement she made a testament to the fact that his accusation had hit home. He'd finally landed a blow on her, and to sweeten his triumph, she hadn't even seen it coming. She must have believed that she was untouchable, that no one could ever figure out the truth of her connection to Hope's Peak. Well, she'd been wrong — and now she knew it.

He would have liked to bask in his success a while longer — but he couldn't give her time to gather her defenses again. Every second he waited was a chance for her to try to concoct a semi-plausible explanation. He might have won this particular skirmish, but if he wanted to see it through to the end of his war against her, he had to stay on the offensive.

"And as damning as this calendar is," Togami continued, setting it down in front of him, "this isn't the only document from the headmaster's office that proves just how deep your deception goes. Before Naegi left, he found something very interesting on the headmaster's desk. Isn't that right —"

Togami began to turn automatically in Naegi's direction — but when his gaze settled on the other boy, the words turned cold and sour in his mouth. Naegi wasn't looking at him, but he wasn't looking at Kirigiri, either. He swayed lightly on his feet as he stared forward, head tilted up as if he was meeting Monokuma's robotic gaze — but his eyes had glazed over like he'd lost the ability to focus.

A chill flooded through Togami's veins at the sight. The murder, the investigation, the trial, all of it must have been too much for Naegi to deal with in his weakened state. Less than twenty-four hours ago, the boy had been crumpled in a pool of his own blood on the library floor, far closer to death than he should ever be. Just because he'd somehow found the strength to haul himself upright and participate in this horror of a trial, it didn't mean that he was recovered. He shouldn't even be on his feet right now, let alone fighting for his life!

"Naegi?" Togami tried to call the other boy's name, but he didn't get even a flicker of reaction. He tried again, and this time he felt the rasp of his vocal chords grinding painfully in his tightened throat. "Naegi!"

The name broke through whatever wave of exhaustion had gripped the boy, his head turning towards Togami as if tugged by a marionette's string. Togami opened his mouth to ask if the boy was all right — but that would have been a stupid question. No matter what Naegi might say in response, he could see all too well what the real answer was.

"Can you keep going?" he asked instead, one hand gripping the podium until its hard edge bit painfully into his hand. "Do you need to rest?"

But Naegi, stubborn and too unrelentingly optimistic for his own good, was already shaking his head. "I'm fine," he insisted, as though he weren't trembling like a leaf in a strong wind. "I was just… thinking. About the headmaster." He shook his head. "It's not important right now. I'll be all right. We can't just stop."

And of course he was right, much as Togami might hate it. There was no way Monokuma would let them stop the trial just because Naegi was unwell — especially not now that Togami had shown his hand by revealing Kirigiri's connection to the mastermind. Stopping now would be suicidal, proving that he knew enough to be a threat without actually using the advantage the knowledge gave him. The only choice they had was to keep going through the trial, forcing their way past all obstacles until they'd made it to the other side.

He nodded slowly, holding Naegi's gaze. "All right, then. As I said, you and I uncovered another piece of evidence from the headmaster's office." He hesitated, since it would certainly present a stronger case if Naegi were the one to explain — but the boy was obviously in no condition to do so. "Just confirm to the others if what I tell them matches up with what you remember."

Naegi bit his lip, clearly not happy with this suggestion, but Togami moved onward before the boy could exhaust himself further with objections.

"We already told you that we found information about Mukuro Ikusaba in the headmaster's student roster, but her profile wasn't the only one we found. The roster contained a great deal of information that the leaders of Hope's Peak must have collected about all of us as part of our recruitment — including a certain someone who's been keeping suspiciously silent about her background."

He turned slowly and deliberately to look in Kirigiri's direction, making sure that everyone watching would know exactly who he meant. Though it wasn't as though there was any room for doubt — not when she was the only one of all the students who'd concealed her history and her talent. She'd never revealed a word about herself, and now her closed-mouthed attitude was finally going to come back and —

"You mean you found out that I'm the Ultimate Detective?"

Togami froze, staring at the calm girl across from him like she'd suddenly morphed into another being altogether. Had he just misread the words she'd spoken? He didn't see how he could have made such a simple error when he'd been looking directly at her — but she couldn't have said what he thought he'd seen.

"What's the matter — aren't you the one who was just complaining that I never talk about myself?" Kirigiri crossed her arms, that obnoxious smirk curling across her face. "Very well, if you're going to throw a fit and disrupt the trial about it, I might as well confirm that the talent you found listed on my profile is accurate. I told Naegi as much when we discussed it earlier."

Naegi? Togami's lips tightened at the unexpected sight of his boyfriend's name. So the two of them had been discussing this already… and Naegi had told her about the profile they'd found? No, he couldn't have — no matter how much Naegi wanted to believe in Kirigiri, surely he still understood she had to be a suspect. He wouldn't have shared critical information with her. He turned towards Naegi, fully expecting to see a denial of those lies already crossing his lips —

But instead Naegi nodded. "Right. That's what the profile said."

Togami stared at him incredulously, anger beginning to grip his chest with a suffocating pressure. Then it was true? Naegi really had been stupid enough to give their prime suspect prior warning about one of the few decent weapons they'd been able to find? Insisting that he trusted his friend was one thing, but dumping all their clues straight into her lap was something else entirely. And he hadn't even bothered to warn Togami he'd done it! Togami opened his mouth, furious accusations burning across his tongue —

But they died away entirely when he focused back on Naegi's swaying form. The fury drained away as he realized just how close Naegi was wavering to the edge of exhaustion. How could he be angry that Naegi wasn't at the top of his game now, just a day after his brush with death? It was no wonder that Kirigiri had been able to get information about the investigation out of him in this state. That was the thing to be angry about — not Naegi's revelation, but the fact that Kirigiri had taken advantage of an injured, defenseless young man in order to get it.

And getting the information hadn't been enough for her — she'd gone on to tell Togami about it. She'd wanted him to know Naegi had let the secret slip and undermined his plan for the trial. Had this been part of a plan to turn them against one another?

Well, even so, it wouldn't work. He wouldn't let it. Whatever Kirigiri might say or do, Togami knew she was the one at fault, not Naegi. And he refused to allow her to drive a wedge between the two of them again.