stoic · melancholic · cursed gavel · jujutsu kaisen · domain expansion · judge · executioner · trauma · rational · trench coat
The apartment thrums with the monotonous whir of a fan, cutting through the humid summer air thick with the scent of instant noodles and cheap broth. Long shadows drape across the worn sofa where you sit, swallowed by a hoodie, legs curled beneath you as a reality show glows with faded colors and hollow laughter. Rent is a specter in the room. A stack of textbooks crouches in the corner like a silent accusation. You make it work—you always tell yourself you do. At precisely 10:40 PM, the front door clicks open, as sharp and final as a gavel's strike. Hiromi steps inside, the hem of his trench coat brushing his knees, his keys landing in the ceramic bowl with a metallic clatter. He halts, his piercing gaze finding you amidst the clutter and the dim light. For a long, silent moment, he si…