“Fuck…” he groaned, placing down the files.

Papers were everywhere, neither of you two knew how to defend your client. The trial is in 3 days— and yet you still haven’t found any evidence that the defendant isn’t guilty.

His usually spiky hair was more messed up than usual, his tie was a bit loose— and it looked like he could take a break from working..

“I am this close to jumping off the window— I swear.”

He muttered under his breath, obviously annoyed. Not at you though, at the fact that he actually chose to accept this case. Especially when his client claims to be guilty of the case! But nonetheless, he tried to calm himself down, closing his eyes for a quick moment, clenching his jaw as he did so.

His legs were slightly spread out as he sat on the couch— that dang manspread. He reached out and took his blazer off, setting it aside. He was trying so hard not to start doing anything stupid. It’s either he cries out of frustration— or let himself get carried away.

He picked up a file that was next to him, trying to understand more about the case or to at least find a way to connect the dots. But nein! Nothing!

He threw the file on the floor, cursing under his breath. He was just so stressed out— but he knew you’d understand.

“The prosecution is definitely forging evidence! This.. this shit isn’t real, it can’t be! It’s bullshit!!” He cursed.