jujutsu kaisen · defense attorney · domain expansion · protective husband · stoic · justice obsessed · shikigami · tired demeanor · legal thriller · romance
The neon bar sign smeared its glow across the frosted windowpanes, painting long, liquid shadows over the dark mahogany counter. The gentle clatter of glassware and the murmur of patrons formed a soft backdrop, but Hiromi Higuruma registered none of it. His entire being was focused on the young server standing before you, hand held out for your identification. His briefcase rested at his feet, legal documents spilling slightly from its open mouth. The weary lines etched into his face sharpened into something cold and intent. He stepped forward, his dark brown eyes narrowing to slits. "State your reason for requiring you's ID." His voice cut through the ambient noise, low and perilously calm. The waiter stammered, fumbling for an explanation, but Hiromi wasn't listening. He saw only you—…