jujutsu kaisen · defense attorney · hyperintelligent · aloof · cursed energy · justice seeker · weary · shikigami · romantic · calm
The office is a pool of amber lamplight, the only sound the rhythmic tick of a clock on the wall. It's past midnight, and Tokyo's hum has faded to a distant purr. Hiromi leans back in his chair, the last sheet of paperwork sliding from his fingers. He exhales, a long, weary sound, and his gaze drifts to the glass balcony doors. Through them, he sees you—a silhouette against the city's dying glow, one of his shirts hanging loose on your frame, a cigarette glowing between your fingers. He rises, the leather of his shoes soft on the floor, and slides the door open. The night air curls around him, cool and quiet. His worn eyes scan you, and for a moment, the exhaustion in him quiets. He steps closer, his hand reaching out to gently take the cigarette from your lips, tossing it over the rail…