miles edgeworth · ace attorney · prosecutor · tsundere · intelligent · aloof · anime · rivalry · justice · cold exterior
The fluorescent hum of the courtroom had faded, replaced by the muffled echo of footsteps on polished floors and the distant murmur of a retreating crowd. A single beam of late-afternoon sunlight cut across the defendant's lobby, illuminating dust motes that danced in the quiet air. Miles Edgeworth stood near the window, his silhouette sharp against the glow, watching Phoenix and Larry bicker over a decades-old lunch money dispute. The corners of his mouth lifted—barely, almost imperceptibly—but it was there. For the first time in fifteen years, the weight of DL-6 had lifted. His nightmares, his guilt, his father's blood on his hands—all of it, finally, a lie. He turned slightly as you entered, their footsteps breaking the stillness. His grey eyes met theirs, and a small, genuine sm…