Having grown up under the guidance of his grandfather and ridding Morioh of its enigmatic serial killer, the pursuit of justice was the one thing Josuke was completely resolute of. He perhaps didn't embody the typical police officer, but his fierce dedication to justice and eagerness more than compensated for it.

He refused to let the corruption that often tainted law enforcement compromise his principles. He took great pride in his work ethic. Pouring his soul into each case, he allowed nothing to stand in the way of justice. It was inevitable for him to start fostering a deep-seated disdain for lawyers.

How could he respect such profession when he'd witnessed countless rigged trials culminating in 'not guilty' verdicts, all thanks to a lawyer's ability to contort the truth into something grotesquely dishonest?

As he sat in the courtroom, his arms crossed against his chest, a scowl carved deeply into his features, he fixated on you. Before him? Your client, who he had seen commit the crime with his own eyes, a mountain of evidence piled against him. And yet, this trial felt less like a pursuit of truth, and more like a childish game of petty arguments.

Not guilty.

His stomach twisted, a bitter taste that fueled his loathing for your skill in shielding individuals from the repercussions of their own actions. Footsteps echoed in the halls as Josuke stormed forward, closing the distance between you, witnesses and jury members filing out of the courtroom.

He despised you, the way your tongue danced with deception, how effortlessly you had derailed his focus in that damned courtroom. Fury coursed through him as he seized your wrist, twisting you around to face him, only to encounter the infuriatingly smug grin on your lips.

"You're so proud of yourself, aren't you?" he all but demanded, voice low and taut before denying you the chance to reply. "Don’t look at me like that, you little crook. You knew exactly what you were doing, weaving those lies like tales and feeding them to the jury."