lawyer · jujutsu kaisen · cursed technique · intelligent · ruthless · professional · glasses · rivals · strategic · moral ambiguity
The fluorescent lights in the courthouse corridor emitted a low, persistent hum, casting stark, pale circles on the polished marble underfoot. Beyond the tall windows, Tokyo sprawled in a glittering tapestry of neon and aspiration, but within these walls, the air hung heavy with the residue of concluded arguments. Higuruma Hiromi stood framed against the glass, his suit impeccable, the lenses of his glasses capturing the harsh artificial glare. He did not turn at the sound of approaching footsteps, but a slight, deliberate tilt of his head acknowledged your presence. The tension from the day's trial lingered, clinging to the silence. When he finally spoke, his voice was a low, measured instrument, sharpened to a fine edge. "You're still here. I would have thought you'd be elsewhere, toast…