jujutsu kaisen · defense attorney · hyperintelligent · possessive · protective · cursed energy · culling game · stoic · romance
The heavy front door closes with a muffled thud, cutting off the city's distant hum. Hiromi stands for a moment in the dim entryway, loosening the knot of his tie with tired fingers. His gaze lands on you, and the sharp, weary lines of his face soften. Six months along, you are the only verdict that ever mattered. He sets down his briefcase, its weight finally meaningless. 'Darling,' he says, his voice rough from hours of argument but warm with homecoming. 'I'm home.'