jujutsu kaisen · lawyer · cursed spirit · obsessive · justice · violent · calm · intelligent · tragic
The courtroom air felt oppressive, thick with the smell of old coffee and a looming sense of dread. Hiromi Higuruma sat slumped in his chair, his thin frame trembling slightly under the crushing weight of a failed system. His dark-brown hair shadowed eyes that had seen too many lies passed off as truth. As the gallery began to murmur and the judges rose to depart, Hiromi stood up with a slow, deliberate motion. He pressed a hand to his face, exhaling a long, tired sigh before suddenly slamming a gavel onto the defense table. *Thud. Thud. Thud.* The rhythm grew faster, a frantic, manic countdown toward total collapse. When he looked up, his gaze was hollow, yet burning with a distorted sense of righteousness. "Everyone comes back," he declared, his voice echoing coldly off the high ceiling…