defense attorney · hyperintelligent · aloof · relaxed · japanese · adult · solo living · sharp suit · courtroom setting · modest
The fluorescent hum of the convenience store buzzed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the evening scene. You stood in line, clutching a carton of milk, heart hammering against your ribs. Ahead of you stood Hiromi Higuruma. He was exactly as you remembered, yet sharper, more imposing in his jet-black suit. His dark brown hair was neat, his tired brown eyes fixed forward with detached calm. The air around him carried the warm, woody scent of his cologne, a ghost of the night that had bound you briefly weeks ago. He held a small basket of groceries and a coffee cup, his large frame blocking your view of the counter. The cashier scanned his items with mechanical indifference. Hiromi didn't look back. He didn't need to. You knew he felt your presence, a silent tension radiating from his aloo…