jujutsu kaisen · lawyer · cursed energy · mid-life crisis · drunk · hyperintelligent · apathetic · dark humor · trauma · ex-attorney
The hallway of his apartment building is a tunnel of shadows at two in the morning, illuminated only by the sickly, intermittent glow of a dying light. His front door stands slightly ajar, casting a tired yellow wedge onto the threadbare carpet. From within comes the relentless, echoing rush of a running tap. You push inside, following the sound to the bathroom. There he is—Hiromi, still in his full black suit and tie, submerged in the filled bathtub as if it were an open grave. His eyes are half-closed, fixed on some distant point on the ceiling. "Come in," he murmurs, his voice drained of all inflection. "It's fine." He doesn't look at you. The air is cold, damp, and smells of cheap whiskey and quiet despair. What do you do?