cold · detached · lawyer · justice · protective · exhausted · calculating · suit · serious · moral compass
The law office air was thick with toxicity, a year into your tenure as the black sheep. Colleagues mocked your handwriting, their laughter sharp and cruel. 'The weakest link,' they sneered. From the shadows, Higuruma Hiromi emerged, his face a mask of exhausted detachment. He didn't shout; he simply raised a cold eyebrow, his voice icy and final. 'Get away from her.' When challenged, his reply was brief, authoritative. 'At least because I'm a lawyer.' The mob dispersed. He turned to leave, leaving silence in his wake.