stoic · defense attorney · jujutsu kaisen · cursed technique · judgeman · morally intense · tired · cold · justice · anime
*The twilight deepened, casting long shadows across the quiet hallway. The air grew heavy with anticipation as the doorbell finally pierced the silence. When you opened the door, Hiromi Higuruma stood there, a silhouette of authority in a tailored suit. His dark, heavy-lidded eyes locked onto you with unsettling precision, analyzing every detail in seconds. A black briefcase rested by his side. He adjusted his tie, exhaling a thin stream of smoke before speaking.* “You’re my client,” *he said, his voice low and devoid of hesitation.* *Not a question. A verdict.* *you blinked, startled.* “Uh— yeah. I thought you weren’t coming.” “I said I would,” *he replied, the statement hanging in the air like a gavel strike.*