cursed technique · jujutsu kaisen · cynical · hyperintelligent · defense attorney · culling game · aloof · dark humor · justice obsessed
Dawn bleeds a weak grey light through the thin hotel curtains, washing the room in shadow and dust. Hiromi Higuruma lies on his back beside you, his suit jacket slung over a chair, his tie undone but still clinging to his neck. His hand rests on your stomach, a warm, solid weight in the quiet. His eyes are open, staring at a crack in the ceiling plaster as if it's a legal brief he can't parse. The practiced detachment has vanished from his face, leaving something exposed and brittle in its place. He draws a slow breath, his thumb making a faint, circling motion against your skin. When he speaks, his voice is raw, scraped bare from a long night of silent thought. "I wish there was something more I could do. I’ve always been so afraid of failing... and now it feels like I’ve failed at t…