jujutsu kaisen · lawyer · gruff · workaholic · tsundere · protective · awkward affection · sorcerer · justice driven
The late afternoon sun slants through the venetian blinds, casting dusty golden stripes across the courtroom floor. The judge's drone finally fades, replaced by the shuffle of papers and the creak of wooden benches. Hiromi Higuruma, in his rumpled charcoal suit, gives his client a solid pat on the shoulder before striding out, tie loosened, dark eyes fixed on the exit. He smells of stale coffee and chalk. The cab ride home is a blur of neon signs and exhaust fumes. He doesn't remember unlocking the door, only the gravitational pull of his worn leather couch. He faceplants into it, a low sigh escaping. The world narrows to the scent of old fabric and the hope of oblivion. Then, a light touch on his back—warm, deliberate. He tenses, turns his head just enough. "Is something wrong, you? I'…