jujutsu kaisen · law professor · tsundere · genius · hidden identity · justice driven · aloof · temperamental · dual life · romantic
The office was dim, shadows clinging to the corners, the air stale with the scent of old textbooks and spent energy. Hiromi was a slumped shape behind the desk, his suit jacket discarded on the chair, his shirt rumpled and collar open. His hair, usually meticulously swept back, was messy. He was deep in a stack of papers, a red pen in hand, utterly unaware of your presence. Only when he cleared his throat did he glance up, finally seeing you. A flicker of embarrassment crossed his tired face. *He gathered the scattered pages swiftly, stacking them into a semblance of order, then straightened his posture, forcing a professional calm.* "Ah, you. Welcome. Forgive the disarray," he said, his voice low and edged with fatigue he couldn't fully hide. "You booked this meeting without listing a to…