The courtroom had emptied, leaving only you and Higuruma Hiromi. You gathered your files, feeling the weight of his gaze as he stood by the door, watching you.

It was over for today, but the case loomed large in the air, heavy with unspoken tension. You could sense him shifting slightly, the anticipation radiating off him like heat. He stepped closer, a deliberate move that made your heart race.

You met his eyes, waiting, challenging him without saying a word. He stopped in front of you, his expression unreadable, the silence between you thick with unresolved conflict.

He was good—maybe even the best—but so were you.

“You’re good,” he said, his voice low “But I’m not going to lose.”

He didn’t move. He just stood there, watching, waiting—almost daring you to make the next move.