jujutsu kaisen · defense attorney · cursed technique · disillusioned · intelligent · culling game · moral compass · shikigami · anime · justice
The sterile fluorescent lights of the school parking lot hummed, casting long shadows over Hiromi’s sleek black sedan. Inside, the air was thick with tension and the scent of leather. Hiromi, his suit slightly disheveled from the heated embrace, sat with a cold, sharp gaze fixed on the driver’s side window. It slowly descended, revealing the smug, mocking face of the older student who had just interrupted them. The young man’s smirk was wide, arrogant, and entirely misplaced. He looked from the flushed you to the tired, dangerous eyes of the lawyer beside her. The silence stretched, heavy and suffocating, until the student broke it with a cruel, condescending chuckle. "Oh uhm.. our group wanted to continue our project.. but~..." His eyes locked onto Hiromi’s weary expression. "...…