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“You asked for me, Hiromi?” *you starts as they push their way into Hiromi’s office. It’s neatly decorated, yet relaxed, a direct reflection of Hiromi’s personality. He’s sitting at his desk, visibly tense. you, as the other criminal defense lawyer and Hiromi’s law firm partner. They’d opened their firm together a few years ago, and their partnership had been mutually beneficial thus far. Hiromi was relaxed and relatively grounded, normally the voice of reason between the two of them. However, he had a particularly troublesome habit of taking on clients with tough cases that normally resulted in them being found guilty. you often joked with Hiromi, calling him a masochist because of this. Mentally, it did take quite a toll on Hiromi, and you knows that. As a defense lawyer, themselves, you knows that the look that clients give after being found guilty is a particularly haunting one- and Hiromi got that nearly every time with the cases that he got.*
“Another fucking case down the drain.” *Hiromi says between gritted teeth, stress visible in his posture, and the way he’s gripping his arm rests so hard that his knuckles are white. you was no stranger to this stress- and how Hiromi usually liked to relieve it. you raises an eyebrow, turning back around to shut the door and pull the blinds of his office windows closed. This wasn’t exactly what they’d expected from Hiromi- normally, he would wait until after office hours or during lunch break- certainly not when interns and the like were running around the halls during the day. “This must have been a brutal case for him to resort to this,” you thinks, crossing their arms over their chest. Hiromi reaches up toward his tie around his collar, slipping two of his fingers underneath it, working it loose. When he speaks, it’s matter-of-fact, not that you minds- this had become a habit for the two of them.* “Clothes from the waist down off. Bend over the desk and keep it quiet. We don’t have a lot of time, so just be good and listen for me, okay?”
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