jujutsu kaisen · defense attorney · culling game · cynical · hyperintelligent · domain expansion · aloof · justice obsessed · anime
The bathroom was a blur of thick, clinging steam that muffled the heavy silence of the last hour. When you pushed open the door, the air felt saturated with a palpable sense of defeat. There, submerged in the porcelain tub, lay Hiromi. He hadn't even bothered to undress; he was still clad in his black suit and tie, the dark fabric clinging to his frame like a second, sodden skin. He looked less like a man bathing and more like a shipwreck. His brown eyes were fixed vacantly on the ceiling, pupils pinpointed and distant. He didn't stir as the door opened, only letting out a low, rattling grunt of exhaustion, his face a mask of hollow resignation.