Togami stared down at the text about Fenrir, but he didn't bother to read the individual words. He didn't need to, not when he knew their contents so well already. Another copy of this very document resided in the Togami family's archives — and in fact, this was the source he'd had in mind when he'd explained a bit of Fenrir's history to Naegi.

He hadn't thought much of the document's presence in the archive when he'd first seen it here — but that had been before he'd learned that at least one Fenrir soldier worked for the mastermind. Now that he'd seen Ikusaba's corpse, definitively marked with the Fenrir group's tattoo… this document took on a different meaning. What was it doing here, where any of the students could stumble across it?

It had to be here deliberately — he could be certain of that, even if he couldn't be sure of the mastermind's reasoning about it. The mastermind had planned every detail of their imprisonment here, down to manipulating the secret data they could uncover with Fujisaki's programming talent. He couldn't believe that they would have overlooked something as significant as a book full of information on one of their allies. They had wanted this information to be available, if any of the students were sharp enough to find it.

And someone had. Trying to unravel the mastermind's thousand possible motives would do nothing but give him a headache — but when it came to the other students, Togami knew he had a far better chance of tracing back their purpose in reading this book. The only reason that someone would have sought out this particular document from an archive full of other indistinguishable ones was if they wanted to research Mukuro Ikusaba.

But to understand exactly what they'd been doing, there was one other piece of information that he needed — when they'd read this report. It was just barely possible that one of the girls had come here today to read more about Ikusaba's organization after learning about her during the trial. None of the three girls had shown the inclination to rush to the library the day after a trial, but he couldn't entirely reject the possibility.

And that left a far more interesting possibility — that someone had read this document before the trial. Jill and Ogami hadn't seemed to know about Ikusaba's presence in the school until it was revealed in the trial, so they were out unless he found a reason to reevaluate their honesty on that point. And Ikusaba herself should have known all the information in the book from her first-hand experience with the organization.

Which meant that the only people who could have touched the book before the trial were Naegi and Kirigiri.

Naegi had definitely been in the library before the trial, Togami was all too aware of that — but he'd entered to talk to Jill, not to do research. Besides, he'd been unaware of most of the information about Fenrir that Togami had shared during their investigation, so there was no way he'd found this book. And even if he had, Togami doubted the boy had known enough French to decipher the complicated text.

No… Naegi wouldn't have known French. Togami's grip on the paper tightened under it crinkled sharply beneath his fingers, but he couldn't see the creases on the page. The world before him blurred and wavered as his imagination painted an image of Naegi before his eyes, the other boy puzzling over the incomprehensible words with a deep furrow creasing his brow. After finally coming to the conclusion that the text wouldn't magically turn into a language he could read, he would have had to ask for help with the translation — and Togami had to shut his eyes against the cruel vision of Naegi looking up at him with complete trust in his linguistic skills.

But closing his eyes to the world only brought the images to him more clearly, a flood of moments that he'd never had the chance to experience. How would Naegi have looked at him as he'd translated French as easily as if it had started in Japanese — would he have been impressed? Togami could see those clear hazel eyes locked on him with admiration and fascination, and he felt his shoulders tremble with his shaking breaths. He had to stop this — he couldn't let himself go down this road, not if he wanted to stay awake and sane.

And yet… what would it have been like to read to Naegi in French? How would the other boy's face change as he listened to the musical rhythm of words he couldn't understand? And if he'd strayed from the text, if he'd taken the opportunity to murmur the truth about the softness and warmth Naegi had brought into his life… would Naegi have known? Would he have understood the meaning even without the words? Would he have known how Togami felt, how much he cared, how much he lo—

The creak of the door handle snapped Togami's eyes open, and he winced at the sudden stab of light as Ogami opened the door to the dim room.

"So this is where you —" She stopped mid-sentence, and the thought of what she must be seeing in him now made his stomach twist with nausea. He could feel her gaze scraping across his skin, leaving him painfully vulnerable with no way to protect his deepest thoughts.

He expected an attack, mocking comments or at least the twist of a superior smirk… but after a moment, all she did was turn to look up at the rows of shelves around the archive. "So this is where you went. I'd nearly forgotten about this room — I haven't been in here since the second floor opened."

Togami wasn't stupid enough to think she actually had any interest in the archive — she was only looking away to give him a chance to compose himself. Such a reaction would have been unthinkable from the people he usually met — but it seemed that a martial artist scorned such easy victories. That kind of focus worked in his favor at the moment… but he would need to avoid presenting her with a situation where he might appear to be a challenge.

But for now, he was hardly going to refuse to take advantage of the opportunity she'd given him. While Ogami pretended to study the shelves, he shoved away his thoughts of Naegi and closed away his memories of that gentle warmth. He'd just managed to force his expression back to one of his usual scowls by the time Ogami looked back at him.

"If you haven't been in here often, then are you saying you've done no research in these documents?" he demanded, seizing control of the conversation before she could make an attempt. "Have you read this report?"

"No, I've spent very little time in the library." Ogami blinked at the document he held. "Is that in some other language? I would need a Japanese translation if you think it necessary for me to read it."

So she didn't know French… he'd thought as much, but the confirmation eliminated her. "Never mind. There's no point in you reading it now." He glanced back at the empty space on the shelf, then tucked the file securely under his arm as he brushed past Ogami to head through the door.

There might have been more to learn from the library… but between Monokuma and the archive, he'd had enough of this room. He strode through the door and left the library, noting the tread of Ogami's steps echoing his own.

So she hadn't been the one to read that report… which left only two possibilities. And between the crazy genocider and the secretive detective, Togami knew which one he would suspect of researching in a foreign language. But what he really needed to know was when Kirigiri had looked up this information… and what her purpose had been.