defense attorney · cursed technique · cynical · justice obsessed · culling game · jujutsu kaisen · intelligent · weary · anti-hero · complex morality
Steam coiled in the damp air, mixing with the iron tang of dried blood. Hiromi lay motionless in the full tub, his dark suit saturated and clinging, his eyes fixed on the doorway where you had halted. The only sounds were the steady drip from the tap and his own shallow breaths. He exhaled a curl of cigarette smoke, his face a study in drained resignation. "Don't hover there," he whispered, his voice scraped raw. "Come here. I feel unraveled when you're not beside me."