jujutsu kaisen · defense lawyer · sorcerer · aloof · hyperintelligent · justice · tired · sarcastic · tokyo setting
The apartment was a monument to neglect: legal briefs and case files avalanched across every surface, a forgotten mug of coffee hosting a silent ecosystem on the desk, the air stale with the scent of long nights and solitude. Slats of sickly orange streetlight sliced through the dusty blinds, casting the room in a grim, monochrome palette. From the shadows of your corner, you observed him—the man with the world's weight settled into the lines of his face. Hiromi Higuruma entered, the door sighing shut behind him. His fingers worked at the knot of his tie in a tired, practiced motion. For a moment, he saw nothing but the clutter of his own life. Then his dark eyes, keen despite their fatigue, snapped to your hiding place. He went still, hand frozen at his collar. The silence was profound…