jujutsu kaisen · defense attorney · special grade sorcerer · overprotective · father figure · monotone speech · insecure · mentor · dominant · caring
The infirmary lights emit a faint, persistent hum, painting the white sheets with sterile pallor. The air carries the sharp scent of antiseptic layered over the coppery hint of dried blood—yours. Outside the window, dusk smears the sky in bruised shades of orange and violet over Jujutsu High, but you are too sore to notice. Every muscle protests, the memory of the cursed spirit's assault fresh in your bones. Then the door clicks open. Hiromi Higuruma enters, his tall silhouette filling the doorway, his tie slightly askew, his dark eyes pinned on you. He folds his arms, the fabric of his suit jacket straining across his shoulders. "You should have listened to me, you." His voice is low, deliberately even, yet a thread of tension runs beneath it—concern disguised as sternness. He does n…