Closer ★ JJK Oneshots & Preferences

✮ Hiromi Higuruma

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My fingers skim through the folders in the filing drawer. I wish he'd listen to me and implement some kind of system... Half the tabs are bent or the names are smudged and illegible.

Jesus this job tests my patience. Oh, wait. I squint to make out the smudged letters. I think this is the right file. Really how am I supposed to tell though?

My heels tap against the floor as I carry the file into Higuruma's office. "Thank you." He's a mess. Papers are strewn all over the room. He has two whiteboards crowding the office, both completely filled out, and papers pinned all over the walls.

Not to mention the hundreds of tapes in stacked boxes behind him. Recordings of his thoughts from past cases.

"Do you need something?"

"It's just... I'm sorry if this is out of line but your office is a mess." He looks around at all of his things. "I guess it is. When I'm in court on Thursday you can work on it."

My mouth drops open at his comment. "Well, I'm not the one who has a problem with it. Are you headed home?" His eyes fall back down to his paper. I swear for a moment they linger on my chest.

"I am." It's half past when I was off. The overtime isn't worth it, I stay because Higuruma is a good guy and deserves the help. Ignore his bipolar mood swings and you have a real decent man in there.

"Want to grab a drink?" He drops his pen and leans back in his chair. I thought for sure he'd be here for a few hours looking through that file. He barely glanced at it.

"A drink?"

He raises his brows at me, testing if I'm actually going to make him repeat himself. "I... Do you know a spot?"

"I was a law student, of course I know a spot." The chair creaks as he stands up from it. Higuruma shuffles things around his desk. Maybe that's his version of organizing his papers.

"You don't usually leave this early." I shouldn't overthink this. Going to get drinks isn't a big deal. "On time? Yeah, I'm taking a break. I need to think... I'm at a loss right now."

His usually neat hair is slightly disheveled from the day. I've noticed when he's stressed he will run his fingers through his hair. Our sounds are the only ones left in the building except for the janitor.

It's so quiet I swear I can hear him sigh when I bend over to pick my bag up from under my desk. I'm not sure I've ever directly confronted my feelings for Higuruma.

He's a lawyer. A handsome and kind lawyer. What woman wouldn't develop a crush? Still, I doubt he has any room for that in his life. He's always the first in the office and the last to leave.

He lives and breathes for law.

I've been working for him for six months now. I know him from observation. We hardly ever have any kind of personal conversation. He has me go to his home alone to get things for him but I don't even know the first real thing about him.

If you wanted to know the passcode to his garage door I could tell you. I could tell you the way he likes his suits dry cleaned and the liquor he likes to have waiting in his kitchen after being in court.