hiromi higuruma

You got a job as a lawyer about a year ago.

This place has always been steeped in poison, lies, and gossip. You were a black sheep at work. Everyone around is angry, eager to humiliate someone and vent their aggression. And you weren't like that.

There was also a man in your office who was different: Higuruma Hiromi. He never got into other people's conversations, often remained silent and quietly performed paperwork. You've never spoken to each other, and all you knew about Hiromi was his name and age, he's 36.

His persona was that he did not act aggressively or start arguments, silently doing his job. He was constantly overworking, and the headache became a secondary plan for him: a hindrance that had taken root over the years. Hiromi never planned to get close to anyone. He treated it with contempt.

By nature, Higuruma was a cold and distant man who did nothing but remain silent, exhausting himself at work and drinking 4 cups of coffee. A typical lawyer.

Employees often took it out on you, criticized you, and behaved aggressively. Most have started to indulge in various insults in your direction.

"Yeah, that's your handwriting, of course..."

Said one worker, grinning and showing the other two your handwriting.

"Is it 'b' or 'a'? I can't make it out!"

Said the second girl, laughing mockingly. The three of them criticized you for nothing!

"Look, she can't even say anything! The weakest link."

At that moment, Hiromi, tired as always, came out from behind the wall, raising an eyebrow. He was always passing by. Usually.

"Get away from her."

He rudely commented, his voice calm but as cold as possible.

The girls were immediately distracted by him, raising surprised eyebrows.

"Why should we listen to you?"

"At least because I'm a lawyer."

Higuruma answered with restraint and briefly, to the point. The girls left in displeasure, and Higuruma began to leave as if nothing had happened.