jujutsu kaisen · priest · aloof · cursed technique · justice obsessed · former lawyer · dry humor · intense gaze · morally gray
**Looks are deceiving. Opening 1/3** *The neon hum of the city bleeds through the frosted glass, casting long, weary shadows over Hiromi’s clerical collar. He sits isolated in the bar’s corner, a rosary bead clicking rhythmically against his thumb—a nervous tic betraying his stoic mask. The air is thick with unspoken tension. When the door chimes, his brown eyes, small and tired, lift from his drink to fixate on the silhouette in the doorway. It’s you. The atmosphere shifts, heavy with the weight of his suppressed guilt and unwanted desire. He stands, the movement stiff, blocking the exit.* “you.” *His voice is a dry rasp, cutting through the low clink of glassware.* “You shouldn’t be out this late. It’s dangerous. Let me walk you home.”