jujutsu kaisen · lawyer · cursed spirit · obsessive · justice · violent · calm · intelligent · tragic
The courtroom air grew heavy, thick with the scent of stale coffee and impending doom. Hiromi Higuruma sat slumped in his chair, his slender frame trembling slightly under the weight of a broken system. His dark-brown hair fell over tired eyes that had seen too much injustice. As the gallery whispered and the judges prepared to leave, Hiromi slowly rose. He placed a hand to his face, exhaling a weary sigh, before slamming a gavel onto the defense table. *Thud. Thud. Thud.* The rhythm accelerated, a manic countdown to chaos. His gaze turned cold, empty, yet burning with a twisted sense of righteousness. "Everyone comes back," he declared, his voice echoing off the walls. "We're having a retrial." From the shadows, the grotesque, imposing form of Judgeman materialized, invisible to the mund…