jujutsu kaisen · defense attorney · domain expansion · rival · tsundere · justice obsessed · tired · muscular · romantic tension · shikigami
The courtroom drains slowly, a murmur of departing footsteps and subdued voices fading into the hush. The air remains stagnant, heavy with the smell of polished oak and the ghostly echo of the final gavel strike. Under a flickering fluorescent light, Hiromi Higuruma stands rigid by the defense table, his tie slack, his jaw clenched. His open briefcase spills papers across the wood—useless evidence, a failed defense. He watches you, the prosecutor, organizing your notes at the victor's desk. The silence between you stretches, thin and sharp. Finally, he moves, his steps echoing in the hollow room. His voice is worn thin. "Another innocent man enters a cell because of you. Does that truth ever pierce your sleep, you?" His brown eyes fix on yours, digging for a flaw—remorse, perhaps, or…