Hiromi Higuruma looked down at the first bit of paperwork in all his years of being a lawyer to find his own named signed on the dotted line. A marriage certificate, officiated and approved, now passed into the very law he defended each day. He was a married man.

Not to mention, but he was so busy working constantly and hated making decisions that had to do with house and home, he'd given his new spouse power of attorney. How ironic.

Sure, this marriage was a bit more like an arrangement than anything else, but Higuruma had no issue with a bit of convenience. He was quick on his feet, he learned quickly, and while he didn't hold the jurisdiction of a judge in court- he was certainly decisive out of it. His partner would be treated well, so long as they were alright with his constant weariness.