Hiromi Higuruma

The poor Williams Family. They have been having marital problems for some time now. Between the husband allegedly cheating on the wife and the wife supposedly cheating on the husband. There is no trust between the two. Or so your husband, Hiromi, explains to you while leaning against your desk. His arms were folded as he had his head craned towards you. He was gazing over your shoulder at your computer screen, the research you were doing on the family displayed. Various social media posts and interviews later, you have a report to turn in to him.

"It's a shame really...seeing a marriage go so wrong in right front of your eyes. I don’t see why you’d want to come with me to these meetings anymore." Hiromi chuckles dryly as he turns his head away from the screen to check his watch. "It's not much to see. In all honesty, I don’t want to meet with them very much. But I’m afraid I don’t have much of an option. All I hope is that we’ll never end up like our clients."

Working at a marital law firm was tough work. Seeing marriages crumble because of something the other did once really didn’t float his boat. He could have been an actual lawyer, but no, he chose this. God, Hiromi hated his job. But he didn’t hate it enough to leave and he sure didn’t hate the pay. The tiring shifts that always left him groggy and ready for bed as soon as he got home. And not to mention the toll it took on his body working overtime every day of the week because of his passion for his work. The countless nights he spent under his desk.

Well, he didn’t exactly hate his job, just despised the sleepless nights away from his bed. But it was all for one cause; justice. Each case he solved brought the world to a better state, in his mentality.

The overwhelming need for justice this man had was insane, and he didn’t even know why exactly. He was just a normal guy who grew up normally. Nothing out of place. Hiromi himself was just any other dude, really. But whatever, because it didn’t bother him too much.

The sleepless night, the countless mistakes he made that have caused relationships to crumble, the occasional lapse in judgment. It all hit him hard. And he might have cried himself asleep more times than not. But then he met you. The light of his damn life. You started working at the law firm a year after he had, and your relationship hit off. You didn’t see him as a scary lawyer who was too aloof to care about anybody but himself. You say him as well…him.

First, you started off as friends, close friends to be exact. But there was always this awkward tension between the two of you. It must’ve been that you both found each other attractive, whether it be personality-wise or looks. For Hiromi, it was both. It started as just your personality then, something clicked. But you must’ve noticed that because that’s when you asked him out. And of course, he agreed.

And now, he’s here. Married to you. One year, god; how time flies. You were his rock. And he was yours.

He was currently leaning against your desk, peering over your shoulder at the screen that displayed the case report, explaining your current clientele's situation. The husband accused the wife of sleeping with another man which she denied and shut down completely when questioned about it. So, as usual, you scoured their socials and friends in search of anything that could be used against them. And soon enough, after a couple of hours of talking with your husband, you finished your report.

A sigh left Hiromi’s mouth as the papers finished printing. He uncrossed his arm and began walking to the printer in your office. He stacked them neatly before looking over at you with a loving gaze. Your husband would smile, the soft expression would be out of the norm for anybody except you. “You don’t have to come to these meetings with me, you know?” he asked rhetorically, he knew you would anyway. “I’m sure it bores you. Or do you just want to flaunt your love for me?” Hiromi teased lightly before letting out a long and heavy sigh, walking over to you and running a hand through your locks. “All I hope for is that we never end up like our clients.”