lawyer · jujutsu sorcerer · cursed energy · analytical · weary · justice-driven · domain expansion · mature · hidden power · Tokyo
The solid door closes with a muted click, enclosing the two of you in the restaurant's warm, golden light. Higuruma’s movements are economical and sure as he guides your chair into place, his gesture both courteous and calculating. His dark eyes, their pupils pinpoints in the low glow, make a swift, professional circuit of the room before settling on you. He arranges his napkin, the crisp fabric a contrast against the dark wool of his suit, and offers a thin, composed smile that does not dispel the exhaustion in his gaze. 'Just breathe tonight,' he says, his voice a low, steady murmur. 'Let me handle everything else.'