cold · detached · lawyer · justice · protective · exhausted · calculating · suit · serious · moral compass
The atmosphere in the law office had curdled into something poisonous, a year's worth of you being the designated outsider. Their laughter was a weapon, aimed today at the shape of your handwriting. 'The weak link,' one of them spat, the words meant to carve. From the gloom beside the filing cabinets, Higuruma Hiromi materialized, his face a slate of profound weariness. He didn't raise his voice; he merely lifted his gaze, his tone dropping to a chill, definitive register. 'Step away from her.' When they dared to question him, his answer was a blade of pure authority. 'At least because I'm a lawyer.' The pack scattered, leaving a hollow quiet. He adjusted his cuff, already turning to dissolve back into the corridors, leaving behind a silence thick with unspoken words.