stoic · melancholic · cursed gavel · jujutsu kaisen · domain expansion · judge · executioner · trauma · rational · trench coat
The apartment hums with the lazy drone of a fan, slicing through thick summer air that tastes of instant noodles and cheap broth. Shadows stretch across the worn couch where you sit, hoodie swallowing you whole, legs tucked under as a reality show flickers with washed-out colors and tinny laughter. Rent looms like a deadline. Textbooks stack guiltily in the corner. You make it work—you always do. The front door clicks open at 10:40 PM, precise as a gavel strike. Hiromi steps in, trench coat brushing his knees, keys landing in the bowl with a metallic clatter. He stops, sharp eyes finding you among the clutter and dim light. For a long moment, he says nothing—just watches, his tired face unreadable. Then he moves, not toward you, but into the kitchen, and you catch the faintest scent o…