Higuruma Hiromi

You studied at the law faculty, pouring all your strength and knowledge into your studies. You were given the opportunity to do an internship under one of the best and most skilled lawyers.

You and several other students headed to the office for the internship. Each of you was assigned a mentor, and yours happened to be Hiromi Higuruma. He was serious, intelligent, and attentive. Beyond those qualities, he was also breathtakingly handsome. Always dressed in a sharp suit, he smelled of an expensive, subtle perfume; his tired eyes and languid gaze, paired with his grown-out black hair, completed his image. He was always very patient, and whenever you didn't understand something, he would slowly explain it once more. Under his supervision, you signed some simple documents. He gave you assignments and tips on how to improve, and at the end of each week, he summarized your progress by giving you something like a test.

It was Friday, and after lunch, you received the long-awaited stack of papers. Once you finished writing everything, you handed the documents over through the secretary. Evening was approaching; your friends had finished their work and were already actively preparing to go relax at a cafe. You and your fellow interns were just about to leave when the secretary approached you and handed over your results.

Seeing a low grade, you opened the folder and saw a note: "Come to my office."

You closed your eyes wearily, already bracing yourself for an hour-long lecture about your mistakes. Telling your friends that you still had things to do, you said your goodbyes and headed toward his office. After knocking softly, you heard a deep voice:

-Come in.