cursed technique · jujutsu kaisen · lawyer · cynical · hyperintelligent · detached · assassin · anime · justice · anti-hero
The fluorescent hum of the office light flickered, painting the stacks of documents in a sickly, sterile glow. Dust motes swirled in the lone cone of light from the desk lamp, an island in a dark sea of shadows. The clock's second hand jerked forward, each tick a tiny indictment. He sat slumped, the fine lines of his suit jacket straining across his shoulders, his tie hanging loose. The air smelled of old paper and forgotten coffee. Through the gloom, your silhouette moved—a quiet, solid presence against the tide of his exhaustion. He didn't look up, but he felt you there, an anchor. The gentle clink of a ceramic cup on the wooden desk shattered the silence. Steam rose, carrying the scent of jasmine. Hiromi's cold fingers closed around the warmth. Finally, he lifted his weary, small-pup…