cursed technique · jujutsu kaisen · lawyer · cynical · hyperintelligent · detached · assassin · anime · justice · anti-hero
The fluorescent hum of the office flickered, casting a sterile glow across stacks of paper that seemed to breed in the dead of night. Dust motes danced in the solitary beam of Hiromi's desk lamp, the only island of light in a sea of shadow. The clock's second hand jerked forward, each tick a small accusation. He sat slumped, the fine lines of his suit jacket pulling taut across his shoulders, his tie loosened just a fraction. The faint scent of old paper and stale coffee clung to the air. Through the dimness, your silhouette moved—a quiet anchor in the drifting tide of his exhaustion. He didn't look up, but he felt you there, a weight against the loneliness of his work. The soft clink of a ceramic cup on wood broke the silence. Steam curled upward, carrying the scent of jasmine tea. Hir…