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CHAPTER FOUR: ERROR IN JUDICANDO ❀ HIGURUMA SENSEI SERIES
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❀ error in judicando.
Error in judicando is the type of error that occurs when a judge, due to misinterpreting the evidence at hand, wrongly apples the law to a case, therefore leading to a wrongful verdict.
wc: 6.5K ❀ pairing for the series: professor!higuruma x student!reader
❀ tags and c/w.
non-curse au. college au. slow-burn romcom. professor and college student pre-relationship. clap if you have anxiety. less comedy, a hint of angst. shit's about to get real.
❀ notes etc.
Dear God, this chapter was forged in tears. It's been a long wait, but I hope you all like it {: The new story cover in full size will be at the end of the chapter! Huge thanks to @sandsorghum who beta read most of this chapter and gave me some much needed feedback. I'll be trying to update roughly every one to two months from now on. Enjoy!
“I need to leave now. Before I go, though. I need to know if I can leave you here by yourself.”
Nanami’s eyes, which had always been so focused and sure, moved almost imperceptibly up and down, one of the telltale signs – as Hiromi had once learned – that he was concerned beyond measure.
Outside the moon hung high, and none of them expected to receive a call so late. Certainly, not a call past 3 A.M., interrupting their celebration. Nanami, who had been in his firm for only six years, was offered a partnership, and were even given the privilege of a choice. Commercial Law or Labor Law.
The silence Nanami was met with after his question only served to tense his grip on his best friend’s shoulder. Muscles trembled under his touch, Hiromi's lost gaze tightening Nanami's throat to a knot.
It was as if he was trying to keep himself from slipping away from reality itself.
“Hiromi, I need you to say something. Use your words.”
Nothing.
“Hiromi?”
***
“Hiromi.”
The chair softly creaked under Higuruma's startle as Nanami’s voice pulled him back from the tar pit of his memories. Nanami had leaned towards him, and seemed to have been trying to get his attention for a while before Higuruma came to his senses.
“I’m… I was just remembering something.”
“And what would that be?” Nanami asked, straightening back up in his own seat. “I also don’t particularly appreciate these meetings, but in this case, it’s important we have it.”
In the background, people’s voices mingled and mixed to a low cacophony of coffee cups and chewing around the meeting table, cold enough to temper a few beers atop of its chilly, pristine glass.
Five minutes to go.
Higuruma thumbed away a droplet of sweat descending its way on his left temple, hand tense in an attempt to steady it. “Just... Nothing. Nothing important. The air conditioning is just too strong, can't this room be at a livable temperature? Are we about to autopsy someone, or something?"
"I can lend you my jacket, if you must," Nanami offered.
“No need, I’m not cold.”
“Then what is this about the air conditioning? Are you feeling alright?”
Taking off his glasses to brush his face with his hands, Higuruma let out a muffled sigh while shaking his head.
“Four interns. A new criminal law department in the firm. Two new associate attorneys for said department, me and Professor Geto. Do we really need this meeting? We all know about it already. This could’ve been an e-mail.”
"Agreed!" Ino sounded from behind Higuruma, earning him the Professor's pointing finger.
Higuruma finally noticed Ino was there, not remembering when he had arrived, or if he had been in the meeting room all this time. "Why is your intern here? I thought this was supposed to be you, lawyers under which the interns will work, and that's it?"
"Junior lawyer," Ino corrected.
Nanami nodded, "and second in command if I ever disappear from my department."
Ino beamed with pride.
"I don't see that happening anytime soon," Higuruma said half in jest, half in disbelief, considering how young Ino appeared to be, and how much overtime Nanami worked, intentionally or not.
“It’s important to meet the interns, have them properly introduced to us and show them how things work around the firm,” Nanami stated. He picked up a danish pastry from the tray and put it on a napkin, “even though you’d much rather just throw them off the deep end on day one. Here, eat something, you’re looking paler than usual.” he pushed the pastry towards Higuruma, who reluctantly gave it a try.
“Hm, wow. These are good,” Higuruma remarked while brushing off with his fingers some flour that pooled around his mouth after the bite. The napkin he grabbed with his other hand was quickly crumpled and damp from the sweat on his palm, something Nanami didn't notice. “In any case, this feels like very poor time management on our part. We already have a criminal case to start working on today, don’t we? They’re already getting thrown off the deep end, whether we have this meeting or not.”
"You're truly hellbent on powering through today at warp speed," Nanami noted, a danish for himself quickly secured between his fingers. "Is something bothering you?"
"Many things.”
That caught Nanami's attention, and reminded him of what he wanted to ask about the last time him and Higuruma talked. Or rather, about who he wanted to question his friend.
"God, I just want this day to be over as soon as possible," Higuruma muffled through a mouthful of danish.
"Actually, there is something I wanted to ask-"
“Nanami-san,” Ino interjected, “I just got a message on my phone from the main desk. There is someone trying to call you.”
“That can wait, this will be a quick meeting. Now, Higuru-"
“Good morning, gentlemen,” a slightly sardonic, soft voice interjected from behind the duo, as Higuruma and Nanami turned around to meet its owner. Those fox eyes behind slim glasses gave no indication to whether he had been listening to their quid pro quo or had just barely arrived.
Calculating wasn’t quite the word to describe him, but looking at that piercing gaze, which would make anyone feel surreptitiously analyzed, no other word came to Higuruma’s mind.
“It’s good to see you both. I hope we can work well together, Professor Higuruma,” Geto stated, as he politely bowed towards his colleague.
“Of course,” Higuruma stood up, reciprocating the gesture, “I hope so too, Professor Geto.”
Geto walked around the table towards the flat screen displaying his presentation's first slide. The chit chatter died down before he put his briefcase on the floor and got the wireless remote to go through their first criminal case.
"Do I really need to be here? I just came to get my new interns, I'm not in the criminal law department," Gojo complained from the corner of the meeting room, feet propped up the black leather couch. Geto smiled.
"Stay," Geto replied, "you might learn a thing or two, perhaps something actually useful for your entertainment law department."
If the disdain was feigned, Higuruma couldn't tell.
"We'll see about that, 'human rights' guy," Gojo whispered to himself with a soft smirk pulling on his cheek, "I mean, if those were taken seriously anywhere in the world."
He whispered loud enough so anyone would hear in such a silent space.
Nanami sighed and muttered some complaint under his breath.
With a lackadaisical eye roll, Geto ignored the banter-y remark to click onto the next slide.
Keita Oe, double homicide.
"I will be presenting this firm's new pro bono high profile case to you all. I'm sure most of you have already heard about it on the news," Geto ensued, "and we’ll talk about it with the new interns after they're settled... And signed their NDAs."
"Crap, I've read about this yesterday!" Ino's voice came out louder than he expected, which earned him a shooing session from the entire room.
"Sorry."
"Ah, the autopsy we've all be waiting for," Higuruma whispered, to which Nanami discreetly elbowed him.
"Shh you too."
***
"We're running late and it is all your fault!" Nobara complained as you, Yuuji, Megumi and her trotted down the sidewalk after getting off the subway. "Why do you always have such a hard time getting up in the morning?!"
"I'm sorry! I just have a shitty sleeping schedule!" you justified yourself, bag overfilled with books uncomfortably digging down your shoulder and crumpling your suit.
"It has been worse for these past few days!" she retorted.
"It really has," Megumi pointed out, “today is already an awful day, you didn’t need to pile onto it with your tardiness.”
"Jeez, you’re in a foul mood. And how would you know how well I’m sleeping or not?!" you probed, "you don't even live in the dorm!"
"The three of us have a group chat," he shrugged, referring to himself, Yuuji and Nobara.
"And I'm not in it?! Heartbroken."
Megumi rolled his eyes and ignored your banter.
"Hey! You, Nobara and Maki have another group without us, and I don't complain," Yuuji interjected.
"Is there anything you don't tell these two, Kugisaki?"
"Hey! Friends trust friends," she quipped, "and since we are talking about trust, what has been wrong with you for these past couple of weeks? You're all over the place."
"I just..."
You still hadn't figured out how the hell you'd tell your best friend that your crush over your Professor, of all people, was what had messed up your sleeping schedule. You, who gave Nobara a full-blown sermon about how people get themselves in relationships in the worst circumstances possible after she told you she started dating Maki just two weeks following their first date, when Nobara herself was still a freshman in college.
How the mighty do fall, and I'm paying for everything I've said. With interests.
"You just? I'm waiting," Nobara pressed, and you hoped that working with Professor Geto and Megumi on a criminal case would help getting your mind off the main subject of your past three nights dreams.
"I was just anxious for today, that's all."
Not buying into your bulshit, Nobara scoffed and stomped into the building first, quickly followed by you and the boys.
"You better talk to her soon," Megumi said under his breath, and you nodded.
"I know."
"What is up with you, anyway? You are acting strange," he noted, a hint of complaint in his tone.
Megumi was your first friend in college. In a classroom filled with people who clearly had just grown out their teenage years but not that much, he'd rather gravitate towards those who had the same no nonsense approach. You and other older students — who didn't have much time to waste either — became a small group with Megumi, until you and him were the only ones who remained close after your first semester was over.
He was one of the most loyal people you knew — he'd rather die before admitting to it — and the type of person to not engage in gossip. Even if he could be unforgivably judgemental about anything that he'd consider to be, as Megumi himself put it, senseless.
Megumi Fushiguro, mature beyond his years.
And grumpy beyond his years, too. Especially today.
In his own right, he was much more perceptive than Nobara, and you knew that purely bulshitting him wouldn't get you anywhere.
You needed to give him something.
"I can't tell you, I'm sorry," you whispered back, "but it is nothing either of you need to worry about, okay? Just... Some issues I should not have with someone right now. Romance issues."
You dropped the final jab, romance issues, in hopes that it would make Megumi drop the subject.
"Oh, no, please don't tell me. I don't understand how you or anyone, for that matter, finds the time for that type of drama in law school of all places."
"What are you both talking about?"
Yuuji had no idea this conversation had been going on right under his nose, and blinked those bright eyes as if expecting for a treat.
"Romance!" you excitedly exclaimed, while exchanging your gaze between Yuuji and Megumi. "Just romance."
"Romance?" Yuuji was taken aback, darting his gaze to Megumi then you, some poorly disguised concern seeping into his voice. "What about romance?"
"Pfft. Absolutely nothing, at least as far as I'm concerned," Megumi finally replied, not noticing your wink at a relieved Yuuji. "Don't ask about her, though. That one has got some skeletons in her closet, apparently, and brought them to work to haunt us today."
"Ask what?" Nobara had picked all your badges while you and the boys talked. You nudged Yuuji with your elbow before he could say anything. "What were you talking about while I was getting these? You're all very welcome, by the way."
"Skeletons!" Yuuji blurted out, and you chuckled. Megumi sighed and pulled his badge from Nobara’s hand, walking ahead.
"God, you're so weird," Nobara complained as she made her way towards the elevator, "you are all being weird today."
"And you're being nasty, Kugisaki," Yuuji noted, as they both stepped into the elevator making faces at each other. "I still don't get what Maki senpai sees in you."
"She just has good taste," Nobara shrugged with a grin.
"Stop it, you two. We're here," Megumi remarked, as the elevator brought you all to the firm's floor.
As the doors opened, you were briefly blinded by the bright lights. The firm's logo towered opulent behind the secretary's desk, hanging from a Carrara wall. The embossed letters in steel were lined with perfectly installed LEDs. The firm was bustling with activity — printers humming, TVs following the latest news on midiatic cases, people walking around carrying chunks of paper, folders, and briefcases. You could all see the attorneys working across the glass doors. The floor smelled of coffee and deadlines.
"How can I help?" A girl asked, and you realized you knew her from class. She was the one with the crooked bangs.
"Oh, it's you! Miwa, right? We are taking criminal law together!"
"Ah… yes! I remember. You're the girl who got kicked out of class, right?"
"Not actual-"
"That's her, indeed," Megumi interjected. You poked his rib with your thumb, to which he mumbled in protest.
"So… what are you doing out here? Shouldn't the interns be in there, doing intern stuff?" You asked, trying to change the subject.
"I could only get a part time job as a secretary here… But I'm looking forward to the next labor law internship openings! I'll be the first one applying, you can be sure of that. And what are you all doing here?"
"We are the new interns. Entertainment law and criminal law," Nobara replied, "and we are almost late for our meeting. So… Could we get this thing rolling?"
"Oh, yeah! Absolutely, they're finishing up the meeting prior to yours right now. I'll take you all there. Criminal law department… That's Professor Geto, right?" Miwa said as she got up, opening the glass door to her right. "Come with me."
"Yes, and Professor Gojo is the head of the entertainment law department!" Yuuji exclaimed. "He's the top entertainment law attorney in the country!"
"He is," she agreed, getting suspiciously blushed, "he's an absolute rockstar here."
"Yes, I'm well aware of that…" Megumi whined, "he won't let me hear the end of all his great doings at dinner time."
"Dinner time?! You and him are close?!"
"He's his son!" Yuuji replied, throwing his arm over Fushiguro's shoulders. "He lives with the legend!"
"Adopted son!" Megumi protested, but before he could answer, Miwa started babbling so close to him they could feel her breathing on their faces.
"You, him… I mean… Y-Your dad… Would… Would you mind introducing us sometime?"
"I thought you said you wanted to work in labor law?"
Fushiguro still hadn't removed Yuuji's arm from his shoulders.
"Yes, of course! I just want a selfie! I'm always too self conscious and nervous to ask for it here in the firm, but I've been meaning to ever since I learned he worked here."
Megumi cringed internally, more-so because he knew Gojo would love this, and wouldn't shut up about someone wanting to take a selfie with him for at least ten business days.
"Sure… We'll see about that. I don't think I'll be here long enough for that to happen."
That comment from Megumi surprised you. "What? Why?"
He simply shrugged. "Criminal defense. Not my cup of tea."
"Oh, we're here." Miwa interjected as she made way for you to open the door. She stopped in her tracks, though, as if remembering something. "Hm… strange."
"What is?" You asked, resting you hand on the doorknob.
"I only remember seeing Professor Geto's name on the new associates' list this morning, but another guy got here before him saying he was one of the new criminal law department associates."
"Really? They hired two guys for this department?"
"Yeah! I didn't catch his name though."
"And that's why you're a part time secretary who should be an intern instead," Nobara interrupted, yanking her hand on the knob. "I will not be late on my first day in my path for glory!"
"Who do you think it is?" Yuuji questioned, curious.
As the door flew unceremoniously open from Nobara's efforts, you didn't have enough time to ponder on an answer to Yuuji's question.
Not when those familiar owlish eyes fell onto you from behind those black, thick framed glasses.
You would not be able to put your mind to something else during office hours like you had planned to.
Oh...
***
"Shit," Higuruma complained. He spilled coffee over the meeting table, and tried to dry the puddle with a tiny amount of napkins. Miwa's entrance to let him know Keita's family had arrived startled him, especially considering he had already been on the edge all morning.
"Is everything alright? Do you need help, Counsellor…?" Miwa asked with concern in her voice. Her confused gaze betrayed that she still hadn't registered his name.
"I'm fine. Just get me something to clean this up, please. And 'Higuruma' will suffice."
Miwa nodded and walked out. You could hear her muttering his name over and over to herself, trying to commit it to memory.
After you and the other interns were introduced during the team meeting earlier, everyone got a quick tour around the firm. They informed, after signing your contracts, that you'd all be working with Professors Higuruma and Geto on Keita Oe's case. You had heard about it around a week ago — Oe was arrested without bail after receiving a double homicide charge for the death of a woman and her daughter during a robbery. Both were found dead in their home the night before he was aprehended for "acting suspiciously near the vicinity", according to the police, and as covered in the news, not only did he live nearby, but the knife used to commit the crime was found where he lived.
Higuruma, you and Megumi had been waiting for his sister to arrive. She had scheduled a meeting regarding this case with Professor Geto, who, in turn, asked Professor Higuruma to take care of it.
You were trying your best to calm yourself down and pretend everything was going well. After the whirlwind of realizing Higuruma would end up as our boss — as if seeing him in college every week for the next few months wouldn't be torture already —, and being informed that the first thing you'd be working on would be such a high-profile criminal case, you were also on edge. Your right leg rocked anxiously up and down below the meeting table, and both your hands were dug between your thighs just to keep them from trembling.
"What's up with you?" Megumi hushed beside you.
"Nothing, just had too much coffee in the morning. What is up with you? You've been in a mood today," you replied under your breath.
"I don't want to talk about it," Megumi sighed, and turned his attention to Hiromi still attempting to dry out the table with one last napkin while muttering curses. Over his eyebrows shone a glisten of sweat, and a vein protruded right beside his forehead. "I don't think Professor Higuruma is doing much better either."
"You both know we are less than a feet apart and I can hear you, right?" Higuruma noted without diverting his gaze from the table. You and Megumi cleared your throats and looked away. "Where is crooked bangs? The last thing we need is for Oe's family to think we can't even keep a meeting room clean."
Higuruma barely acknowledged you at all that morning. He definitely seemed to have a lot going on in his mind.
"Professor, do you need any help?" you asked, to which he simply shook his head, his mouth unconsciously bending down to something that loosely resembled a frown, "perhaps tuning up the AC?"
He looked at you for the first time that day.
"It's fairly cold, isn't it? Are you sure we need it?"
"I mean, it is cold, but you are sweating bullets, Professor."
Higuruma paused for a moment, as if landing back on planet Earth. He slowly brought his fingertips to his forehead, collecting the dampness that had accumulated there for the past hours.
"Oh… I suppose I am."
He hadn't noticed it at all?
He blinked once. Then twice. His gaze locked on the tip of his fingers, and he seemed to slowly slip away again.
"Professor Higuruma, are you alright? Can I get you a glass of water, or anything?"
"I…"
Before he could finish, Miwa walked back in with someone from the cleaning department who sorted the coffee issue out in an instant. Shortly after, she brought Keita's sister into the meeting room. You were all surprised to see that his sister entered with a child by her side.
When she entered, you could instantly see that the woman's eyes were somewhat red and puffy. She and who you presumed to be her daughter had mid length black hair, and even though they seemed to have dressed up for the meeting, it was clear their clothes were fairly old, with hems and edges softly worn out. The girl who accompanied her held her hand tightly on one side and carried a pompompourin plushie on the other. She couldn't have been older than 8 years old.
"Good morning. I am Rin Oe, it's nice to meet you all. This is my daughter, Jun. I had no one to leave her with, I'd like to apologize for bringing her to this meeting."
"It's no issue," Higuruma politely replied, signaling for her to sit, "but if you'd prefer, considering the contents of this meeting, we could have someone tend to her in the waiting room while we talk."
Rin nodded, and she exhaled as her shoulders dropped a little. Even if Rin seemed composed, it was clear she had been carrying an enormous weight for these past few weeks — most likely due to her brother's situation.
"Jun, darling, you'll have to wait outside, okay?"
The little girl looked up at her mother, then at you, asking, "will these the people bring uncle Keita back home?"
Her voice was even softer than you'd expected. She must've been seven, at most, and was just big for her age. Your stomach felt like a brick after her question.
Her mother couldn't find the words to reply, and bit her trembling lower lip in an attempt to keep a brave face in front of her child.
Your mouth moved faster than you could think.
"Yes, yes we are. Ms. Oe, I'll take your daughter outside and be right back, okay?"
Rin nodded lightly, thankful for you taking this off her plate at that moment, and you walked around the table to offer your own hand for the girl. After an approval look from her mother, Jun took your hand, and you both walked out of the meeting room.
"Lady?" Jun called out right after you both closed the door.
"Yes?" You stepped slower than your usual pace so she could keep up with you, "the waiting area is a bit boring, but there is a television there. I'll see if I can ask that nice girl from the front desk to put a cartoon on for you, okay?"
"It's fine," she mumbled, "mom doesn't usually like me watching too much tv. Uncle lets me, though."
"Does he, now?"
"Mm-hmm."
You arrived at the waiting room, which was gladly empty. It had a row of comfortable chairs that neatly lined one of it's walls, and a small flat screen tv hung from the wall across from them.
"Oh, hey!" Yuuji greeted, coming inside the waiting room after you, "who is this? Is she your sister or something?"
"Oh, no, it's a client's niece. Do you know where Miwa is? I need to leave her here in the waiting room with someone so I can go back to the meeting."
Yuuji shrugged, "no, I have no idea."
"Damn."
"You know, I can stay here with her if you need me to."
"Don't you have other stuff to do? Other than to play babysitter?"
Yuuji scratched the back of his head with a sheepish smile, "Professor Gojo told me to take the day to look around and get to know the other departments. See if there's something interesting we could learn from them. I'm not sure what I'm looking for, though, since it's my first day."
He what?
"Uh, okay, then. I guess. Let's find the remote."
Yuuji shuffled around looking for it, and you turned around to leave. Before you could walk away, though, Jun's grip on your hand tightened, and you stopped in your tracks thinking she still had something to tell you or ask of you.
"Is anything wrong? Do you need anything?"
"My uncle… I miss uncle," she replied, and you noticed a few tears pooling in her eyes, "but I don't want mom to see me cry. She already cries a lot." Apparently, even at such a young age, she'd learned — intentionally or not — to try putting on a brave face for other people's benefit.
Any reply you could have instantly choked on its way out, and you took a few moments to recollect yourself. From the corner of your eye, you noticed Yuuji too had choked up a little.
"We will do everything we can to help your uncle, okay? I promise," your said as voice cracked on its way out. You knew you didn't quite believe what you were saying.
The 99% conviction rate in Japan had been a ghost in the back of your mind ever since you decided you'd go into Law.
"That's right!" Yuuji chimed in, not noticing your wavering.
Forlorn, the girl let go of your hand, and hugged her plushie as she sat in one of the chairs. The television was already tuned to some amenities channel, and Yuuji sat not far from where Jun was, asking her about her plushie and going on a tangent about his favorite Sanrio merch.
Swallowing razorblades, you made your way back to the meeting room.
"In this case, just so we're clear, your brother has denied all accusations even to you?" Higuruma asked, crossing his hands in front of his face. Megumi was tasked with taking notes, and the tip of his pen scribbled nonstop on the yellow legal pad he had with him.
Rin acquiesced.
"Yes. I am sure he is innocent! Also…" she hesitated.
"What?"
"It's been really hard for these past few weeks. After my husband left, Keita has been the one to help us out. Now it's just me and Jun."
"Some other countries have the possibility of Habeas Corpus for requesting someone's release when they were arrested without bail in case they're financially responsible for a minor. That's not the situation in Japan, though," Higuruma explained, "so our best bet would be to try getting this case moving forward as quickly as possible."
Rin nodded, disapointed, "I see. Well, he's being held at the Iwate detention house."
"I know where it is. Since you've already been there today, and attorney registration takes one day to process, we'll have to go tomorrow. I'll also need you to sign a power of attorney for us."
"Okay, will do."
"Do you have any further questions?"
A brooding silence followed. Rin rested her hands over the table, unconsciously clenching them as she stared down. The recent image of her daughter flashed your mind, and you failed to find the words to comfort her.
What was there to say, really?
99% conviction rate.
Perhaps she wanted to ask what were the odds, but she knew that already. In all honesty, there was nothing Higuruma could tell her that she didn't already know, and that was the tragedy of it.
Higuruma adjusted himself on his chair, and inhaled deeply before saying, "we can fight for that 1% chance." He sounded steady, and you directed your gaze towards him only to find that there was no trace of that erraticness that had been plaguing him for hours. He seemed more like himself, at least for a moment.
She nodded and thanked the three of you. Yuuji brought her daughter back to meeting room and after all documents were signed, she bid you all goodbye, as you watched her and her daughter walk away to an uncertain near future. The brick that had formed in your gut ever since talking to Jun had devolved into some sort of anxiety-induced nausea.
"So, how was it?" Yuuji asked while sitting down, "did you guys already come up with a plan to help them?"
Out of all the lies you could tell, you chose a tamer version of the truth, going with "I'm just feeling bad for his sister and niece."
Bad. Terrible. Worse than I have felt in years.
"Yeah, me too. Her kid was really trying to hold it together, it's a tough thing for someone so young to go through."
"Well, are you feeling bad for his victims too? What about their family?" Megumi interjected. He sounded genuinely upset, in a way that you had never even heard before.
Yuuji turned to him immediately, "What the hell, Fushiguro?"
Megumi scoffed and rolled his eyes, "shut up, you two. Perhaps his family is better off with him behind bars, anyway."
"Why are you getting so worked up over this?" you asked with a building sense of revolt. Megumi was many things, but heartless was not one of them, and you had absolutely no idea where all of this was coming from.
"You don't even know if he's to blame or not! And his family's pain is not irrelevant just because he's suspected of having commited a crime." Yuuji sounded even more upset than you.
"Sure. Suspected. Japan's conviction rate is 99%. As far as the system is concerned, he's already guilty."
You scoffed.
"Even if he was guilty, do you think his family deserves disdain for his crimes?"
"You are all right, or almost," Higuruma said, pulling everyone's attention to him. He seemed to be pondering something, and took off his glasses to clean his lenses as he continued, "Oe is suspected of having commited a crime, yes, and two people have died. That has to be investigated. Both families — his and the victims — are currently suffering, but punishing the culprit, even though it is necessary, will not undo this crime. Japan's conviction rate is 99%, but that doesn't mean nearly everyone who's criminally charged is actually guilty. It can mean anything, from a truly zealous prosecution, as well as a justice system inclined to cater to public outcries for punishing whoever is the occasion's scapegoat in the news. As for his family," Higuruma pointed at Fushiguro, "he helped them financially, with whatever little he earned. They will be negatively impacted with his arrest, be it fair or not."
Megumi diverted his gaze elsewhere.
"Also… I have reason enough to believe he might not be guilty, which would mean we have an innocent man arrested."
"But the crime weapon was found in his room," you said.
"Not in his room exactly, no."
Megumi picked up his notes to leave the room, "and? It was in the general vicinity, in any case. It doesn't make a difference."
"It does. It makes all the difference. The devil is in the details, and so is our defense in this case, I believe."
"What do you mean?"
"I have a hunch. We'll know better when we talk to him," Higuruma checked his watch and got up, "I have to be somewhere else now. Please, organize and summarize our documents and all the notes taken during the meeting," he finally said before leaving.
With a sigh, Megumi walked towards the door, "I will go type these notes out so we can have them on file. Itadori."
Yuuji was surprised to be called out.
"Yes?"
"Did you get your login already for using these computers? I've been in here all this time and didn't manage to sort that out yet with IT."
Yuuji nodded in response.
"Okay, then help me out with this, will you?"
"Uhm, sure."
"You should go to IT in the meanwhile," Megumi suggested, addressing you, "and get our own things up and running while I transcribe these."
Megumi and Yuuji both left the meeting room, and walked around the office to find someplace they could actually sit down to sort out the tasks Higuruma had given.
After a minute of silence, Megumi exhaled sharply, "Itadori."
"Hm, yes, Fushiguro?"
Megumi stopped walking, and looked outside the window, apparently lost in thought.
"Fushiguro?"
"People don't just end up for adoption by accident, you know?" Megumi remarked, speaking more to himself than addressing Yuuji.
"Hm? What do you mean by that?" Yuuji inquired, puzzled.
"Nevermind. Come on, let's finish this before lunch time."
***
You didn't go to the IT department right away. In reality, you needed a moment — or multiple moments — just to yourself.
During the tour, you were introduced to the supply closet, and hoped it would serve you as some oasis at that time. A safe space while trying to recenter your mind.
Your feet shuffled as you opened the suply closet door, and after you went in, letting the door close behind you, the buzz of voices, keyboards, voices and printers happening outside finally dulled enough so you could hear your own thoughts.
Your thoughts.
You found a corner away from the entrance, behind some supply shelves. With your back against the wall, you slowly descended until low enough to sit comfortably-ish on the floor. Your mind wandered back to the brief conversation you had with Jun, and her voice echoed in your mind, "I miss uncle".
It finally struck you, the responsability you'd be faced with for the rest of your life if you were to choose this as a career for yourself. Did they even have enough money to get by for the next few days? What were they to do if he got convicted? You huffed at the thought of it.
The reality of it all suddenly struck you.
Yeah, Dorothy… You're not in Kansas anymore.
A few tears pooled up in your eyes, and you heaved in a feeble attempt of stopping them from sliding down.
The door swung open, and you jerked startled in response. A few heavy steps scurried around while you quietly tried to slide yourself away from view while brushing your tears off with your blazer's sleeve. After some seconds, you were able to see who had entered the closet carrying with themselves a type of despair akin to your own.
"… Professor Higuruma?"
He almost splashed the glass of water he'd brought with him.
"Oh, apologies, I didn't know anyone was in here," he replied, his voice slightly exasperated, "sorry, you startled me."
"It's fine," you said, smoothing your suit with your hands nervously, "do you need anything?"
"Don't we all?" Higuruma quipped. He glanced at you while your hands anxiously brushed the fabric, "Do you? You don't look too well."
"Oh, I…" you clenched your fists and put your hands over your lap, "I don't know. I think I just needed to…"
No words came to you.
His eyes studied your face, realizing your eyes seemed watery. Too watery. His glance finally landed on the reddening tip of your nose.
“You needed to fall apart and get yourself back together,” he noted to your surprise, and was completely right. "I know the look."
With some semblance of relief, glad you wouldn't have to explain in detail what you were going through — considering you weren't sure you could even if you tried — you smiled at him.
“Was it like this for you too?”
Higuruma walked towards you and also leaned back on the wall to settle by your side.
“No. I actually had a hard time connecting with the family, and the defendants."
"Really?"
He nodded.
"Connecting with people is something I've always struggled with, so I suppose it was only natural it would happen at work too."
You chuckled softly.
"You mean to say your jokes don't usually land well with people?"
He laughed.
"That would be an understatement. But yes, it was something hard to do for me."
Higuruma seemed better now, the disquiet that had plagued him earlier that day was surely wearing off.
"Professor?"
"Hm?"
"I'm sorry if it's not my place, but you didn't seem well this morning. Are you alright?"
That question caught him by surprise, and Higuruma uncomfortably adjusted himself while taking a sip of water.
"The thing is, I had this difficulty of connecting with the families and even the clients," he continued, "the meeting room is a place for their feelings, not mine. That was it, at least, up until…”
The Professor trailed off, silently gazing at the floor — or beyond it, apparently. At something you didn't quite know what it was.
"Up until what?"
He smiled to himself, and looked pensive. After a few moments, he took a step forward and offered his hand for you to stand up. You took it and thanked him.
“Take your time, come out when you’re ready. The world will still be out there when you do,” Higuruma said.
"Promise?"
"Promise."
"I'm feeling much better, Professor. I think I'm fine to leave now, and perhaps even help Megumi. It seems like everyone is a bit out of sorts today."
He huffed with a smile.
"Yeah. So it seems."
You both stepped out of the supply room, and from across the hall, Nanami watched you smile at Higuruma before walking away.
Nanami had put this off for far too long.
Before he could do anything, though, his phone rang. His emergencies phone. Cursing at fate and God Himself, Nanami answered the call of a number he didn't know.
"Yes, who is this?"
"We had a meeting a while ago. You gave me your card," a female voice said from the other side of the line, "you offered to help us."
He searched his memory, until he remembered who this was, and what this was probably about — the settlement between a company and its employees. One that lowballed the employees big time.
"I am in the middle of something, but-"
"This is urgent. We really need to talk to you in person, privately, now. You did offer to help, or was that just an empty promise?" Nitta begrudgingly asked.
With a sigh — and the realization that other people had problems that needed his attention, people other than his best friend —, Nanami turned on his heels and walked towards his office.
"Fine, I just need to get a few things. Text me the address."
Summary: Fantasy becomes reality when you end up having to use Orochimaru’s shower and he finds you in a compromising position.
Warnings: Smut, NSFW, masturbation, penetrative sex, oral sex (female receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), minors DNI
Notes: Idek where the idea for this one came from, but I wrote most of it while on pain meds after surgery recently so there’s no telling honestly. Also thank you @actuallysaiyan for being my beta tester and making sure it wasn’t trash as I feared it might be given the state in which I wrote it lol. (Also, this is from a while ago and I just totally forgot to post it)
Word Count: 2.6k
You had been living at Orochimaru’s hideout for a few months now. It was quite a surprise for everyone when he gave you one of the nicest rooms in the hideout, and allowed you to pretty much do as you pleased. Most shockingly, he had even started allowing you to help with his experiments and logging data. Everyone at the hideout had their own speculations as to why you received special treatment.
Admittedly, you had a bit of a crush on Orochimaru, and have ever since you first met him. However, you could never let on that you felt this way, as you were certain there was no way such a handsome, intelligent, ambitious man would ever be interested in you. The longer you stayed there, the stronger your attraction to him became, and soon just fantasizing about him was no longer enough to satisfy you.
Your crush on him was starting to get out of hand, making you a blushing, stuttering mess every time you had to interact with him. So when you had to ask him if you could use his shower because the showerhead in yours was currently being repaired, you were almost unable to speak.
“Yes of course, my dear,” he replied with a smirk, very aware of your crush on him and enjoying seeing the effect he had on you. “You can go first. I’ll take mine after you’re done.”
He led you down the corridor and through his bedroom into the bathroom. You tried to avoid being nosy as you passed through his room, but you couldn’t help noticing the size of his bed and the plush blanket on it. Your mind wandered, thinking about how comfortable it would be to curl up under the covers… with him… after sex…
You admonished yourself for allowing your thoughts to venture to that sort of thing, but you couldn’t deny that you would love that. Once in the bathroom, he placed a towel and washcloth on the counter for you before leaving the room and shutting the door behind him. You were surprised by how big both his room and bathroom were. Even the bathtub was huge.
You checked the door to make sure it was locked, but there did not appear to be a lock on his bathroom door.
I suppose it’s not necessary since it’s just him, and the bedroom door locks, you thought to yourself. Surely no one would come in while you were in here. Certainly Orochimaru would give you privacy, as there’s no way he would be interested in seeing you like that, and no one else would even dare enter his room. Still, you were hesitant as you got undressed, feeling strange about being naked in his bathroom, which was just beside his bedroom.
You soon got over your feelings of awkwardness once you turned on the water and got in the shower behind the curtain. It took you a second to figure out how to change the settings on the showerhead, as it was on some kind of massage setting when you got in. You stood under the warm water, enjoying the high-pressure massage for a few moments. While it felt good against your back, it was much too strong for actually trying to shower.
You turned a knob trying to change the setting and ended up turning on the detachable showerhead as well. After a little more messing around you managed to turn that off, and change the main showerhead to a normal setting. As soon as you got that figured out, you realized you forgot to bring your shampoo, conditioner, and body wash. You came to the conclusion that you would just have to use his, as you didn’t want to have to get out and run to your room in just a towel.
So this is why he always smells so delicious, you thought to yourself as you breathed in the scent of his shampoo while lathering it into your scalp. After using his conditioner, you decided that you were going to have to get the same products for yourself, assuming this must be his secret to having such long, silky hair.
You smelled his body wash as you lathered some up on a wash cloth, realizing this was what you always smelled on him that drove you crazy. Thinking about him again while in this state was beginning to turn you on, as you thought about how his naked body would have been in this exact same spot less than 24 hours ago, and would be here again right after you finished.
Your hands slid up your own body to your breasts, squeezing them and pinching your nipples as you allowed your mind to wander even more, thinking about what you would like him to do to you if he were in there with you. Your eyes drifted over to the detachable showerhead, thinking about how good it would feel on your clit.
You switched the water so that it was coming out of the detachable showerhead before removing it from the mount on the wall, careful not to pull on it too hard, especially since that’s the reason yours was currently being repaired. Sitting down in the bathtub with a leg propped up on the side, you directed the water at your pussy, adjusting until you found a good angle for the water to hit your clit.
Your breathing picked up as you focused on how good it felt, moving the showerhead a little to vary the stimulation. You went back to thinking about Orochimaru, fantasizing about his body and the things you’d like him to do to you. You moved the stream of water back and forth ever so slightly, imagining it was his tongue flicking your clit.
“Mmm, that feels so good,” you whispered to yourself, barely audible, imagining that you were saying this to him as you felt an orgasm starting to build.
Soft moans escaped your mouth as the pleasure continued building, your lips eventually forming his name.
“Orochimaru-”
“If you wanted me to get you off, all you had to do was ask, my dear,” you heard from the doorway, blood running cold as you heard that sultry voice that you knew too well.
Your body jerked as you sat up quickly, dropping the showerhead momentarily before picking it up to keep from spraying water everywhere while you rushed to turn it off. You finally brought yourself to look in the direction of the door, finding Orochimaru there, leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed. Despite your efforts to remain quiet, he must have heard you moaning through the bathroom door.
“W-what?” You stammered, face flushing in embarrassment as you leaned forward against the side of the bathtub in an attempt to hide your naked body.
“I think you heard me, darling,” he said as he sauntered over to you, effortlessly removing his clothing one article at a time until he was standing right in front of you in only his boxers. You couldn’t help but notice that he was quite well-endowed and currently aroused, as it was easy to see through the thin cloth. You looked up at him with eyes wide in shock and disbelief, as you had been certain he would never be interested in you.
“I’ve known about your little crush on me for a while now,” Orochimaru stated. “It's been quite obvious with the way you get nervous around me and start sweating and stuttering. I find it rather endearing.”
You hadn’t moved from your spot in the bathtub, still looking up at him, rendered speechless as you were still trying to wrap your head around the whole situation.
“Well, my dear, what will it be? Shall I stay and fulfill your fantasy or leave you to finish pleasuring yourself?” He asked, leaning over with his hands on the edge of the bathtub, staring into your soul with those alluring golden eyes of his. After several seconds of silence, he started to turn to leave, but you grabbed his wrist, causing him to look back at you.
“Stay,” you finally managed to utter, looking up at him longingly while biting your lip. He smirked at you before crouching down to hold out a hand and help you stand up, making sure you wouldn’t slip. Once you were on your feet, he pulled you against him with one hand cupping your face and the other on your waist, kissing you passionately.
Orochimaru caught your bottom lip with his teeth, nibbling it as he pulled back to move down to your neck. While he kissed you there, he grabbed one of your hands and moved it to have you palm him through his boxers. He groaned when you slipped your hand inside them to start stroking him, pulling away for a moment to remove his boxers before stepping into the shower with you.
“Let’s turn this back on to drown out any noise,” he remarked, turning the water back on and making sure it was comfortably warm before switching it to the main showerhead. He pulled you close, kissing you hungrily as he let the warm water run over both of you.
“Sit,” he instructed, directing you to sit on the corner of the bathtub with your back against the wall.
Orochimaru knelt on the floor of the shower, water flowing down his back while his hands squeezed your thighs and gently pushed them open. He teased your pussy with his tongue, starting with small, gentle licks until your body was begging him for more. You found it difficult to stay quiet once he really started to show you what his tongue could do. Between the sucking and flicking of your clit you couldn’t help but let out small whines and moans.
“You were imagining my tongue pleasuring you like this, weren’t you?” He asked in a seductive tone, pausing his movements as he waited for an answer.
“Yes,” you gasped, desperate for him to continue as you were close to the edge of an orgasm when he stopped.
“Is it as good as you had imagined?” He smirked, enjoying watching you fall apart before him as you were aching for his touch.
“Better,” you breathed, desperate for him to continue. “Please keep going,” you whined.
“I want you to say my name when you cum. Will you do that for me?”
You nodded, gasping for breath and grabbing his forearms, as his hands were still holding your thighs. Without another word, he went back to work on your clit, doubling down on his efforts and continuing until your orgasm hit you hard. The waves of pleasure pulsed throughout your body with an intensity you had never experienced before, and it kept going as he continued to work you through it.
“Mm, oh yes, yes Orochimaru! Fuck yes!” You moaned, using every bit of self control you had to keep from screaming his name in ecstasy.
As soon as your orgasm drew to a close, he pulled you to your feet and under the water with him. He placed a hand on the back of your neck to pull you into a hungry kiss, pushing his tongue into your mouth as he lifted one of your legs and draped it over his forearm. In all of the movement and changing of positions, his shampoo and conditioner had been knocked off their shelf, landing on the floor with a loud thud. The two of you hardly noticed though, too lost in the moment and each other to realize how loud it had been.
His hand slid from the back of your neck down your body, fingers pinching your nipple as it ventured downward to guide his cock into your entrance. You moaned into the kiss as he slowly pushed into you, your fingernails leaving marks on his shoulders from your firm grip on him as you adjusted to his size.
“You feel even better than I had imagined,” Orochimaru groaned as he pulled out painfully slowly before sliding back in, savoring the feeling of your tight pussy stroking his cock. Hearing that he had been fantasizing about fucking you as well turned you on even more. You pulled him back into another kiss, ravenous for more contact with him.
After only a couple thrusts of his hips, the two of you heard knocking at his bedroom door. Both of you paused for a moment, hoping they would go away, but they continued knocking. He huffed and rolled his eyes as he pulled out of you and stepped out of the shower.
“This better be for a good reason,” he grumbled to himself as he squeezed the water out of his dripping wet hair and wrapped a towel around his waist, carefully adjusting his dick so that whoever was on the other side of the door wouldn’t see that he was currently rock hard.
“What?” Orochimaru asked angrily as he unlocked the door and yanked it open. Kabuto stood before him, looking nervous as he had not expected Orochimaru to answer, and especially not looking like he had just stepped out of the shower.
“Are you alright?” Kabuto asked.
“Yes, of course. Why would you ask such a thing?” Orochimaru snapped back.
“I heard a couple loud thuds and what sounded like groaning and wanted to make sure everything was ok,” Kabuto replied.
“Yes, everything is fine. I can’t believe you interrupted my shower for this,” Orochimaru griped.
“But… didn’t (Y/N) just come in here to take a shower?” Kabuto questioned hesitantly. “And if you got out of the shower, why is the water still running?”
Orochimaru stood there in silence, his cheeks flushing as he realized there was no denying that the two of you had been in the shower together.
“Say anything to anyone and you’ll cease to exist,” Orochimaru threatened.
“That’s an empty threat,” Kabuto replied with a chuckle. “Anyway, I’m gonna go find Sasuke. He owes me 20 bucks now.”
Orochimaru looked at him quizzically.
“We made a bet on how long it would take for you two to finally fuck, and I won,” Kabuto explained.
“What?” Orochimaru questioned with a tone of both annoyance and shock.
“Oh, don’t act so surprised,” Kabuto remarked. “The sexual tension between the two of you was getting so strong, I had assumed that at some point I would end up walking in on you going at it in the lab. So thank you for doing it in your own room.”
“How long has this little bet been going on?” Orochimaru asked, narrowing his eyes and clenching his jaw in irritation.
“Well, we know you two have been attracted to each other pretty much since she got here. Granted, she was a little more obvious about it, but we could tell you were interested in her as well,” Kabuto explained. “So, I believe it started about a week after she arrived.”
Orochimaru rolled his eyes as he began to question himself, wondering if he had really been that obvious.
“Are we done here?” Orochimaru asked, his tone conveying his annoyance.
“Yeah,” Kabuto replied. “I’m sure you just can’t wait to get back to (Y/N) and finish up,” he quipped.
Orochimaru didn’t have anything to say in reply, simply slamming the door shut and locking it back.
He stood at the door for a moment, considering his feelings for you and hoping you would be interested in more than just sex with him.
That conversation can be had later though, he thought to himself, hurrying to get back to you before either one of you had a chance to get completely out of the mood.
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Toshinori is such a sap. I know he told Izuku to stop being a cry baby(or something to that effect) but this man is such a sap. So where do you think Deku learned it???
He's so sentimental even when he wants to push people away. Toshinori loves watching videos of puppies and kitties and he absolutely loses it over watching videos of baby bats(this is cause I also love watching these so much)
Toshinori also is big on snuggling and listening to the radio with me. We like to just sit and enjoy the music together
@princesa-querida ;) since you wanted to know more. Thank you for asking hehe
