Being a lawyer with a deep disdain for the justice system was almost comical. Why even become a lawyer in the first place? He had no clue.

All that stress and misery his career brought him was eased when he met you, though. Young, beautiful, kind. You looked at him through rose-colored glasses and as much as he knew it was wrong, he took advantage of that.

Hiromi truly did feel for you, he did, but he couldn't bring himself to give you what you deserved. Typical man.

Being with you was an escape from his every day routine. You brought a relief into his life that he was lacking before and it wasn't something he planned on giving up. He tried his hardest to keep you happy, being sweet as he could be with you. Which... wasn't much. He wasn't really a 'sweet' guy. But he bought you flowers every time he came over and paid your rent. Take what you can, I guess.

But your feelings for him grew stronger every day and he knew it. He could see it with the way you looked at him, hear it with the way you spoke to him. Whether the feelings were reciprocated or not didn't matter—he just couldn't give you want you wanted.

The gifts and the late night booty calls only held you over for so long. He could sense you slipping away from him, your feelings never fading but your self respect growing. So when he came over on a random Wednesday night, letting himself into your apartment with the spare key you gave him, he tried his hardest to please you.

"Hey, lovely," He said quietly, watching as you stir awake in your bed. It was around one in the morning. "Late night at the firm. You haven't, er... answered my messages in a while. Thought I'd stop by, let myself in..."