Is it alright to ask for something for Hiromi from JJK with a sorcerer reader who seem to always end up in the same areas Hiromi just happens to be in. Reader probably there to deal with a curse but since the two keep meeting they form a connection. Kind of fluffy if that is okay.
this is more than okay this is CINEMA. ty for requesting <3 i am an anime-only so i might not have as good of a grasp on higuruma’s personality, hope i did him justice (haha) nonetheless!
hiromi higuruma x gn sorcerer reader
-fluff, first meetings, 2+1 things, reader is lowk full of whimsy, pre-cursed technique hiromi, i took obv inspo from nanami and the bakery girl
Two times Higuruma bumps into you + the one time he actually gets to meet you.
1 - The first time Hiromi sees you, he doesn’t think much of it. Positively, sure, but not a grand deal.
He and Shimizu walk down the street as she’s whining about how dead the office has been lately—although, he doesn’t mind it himself.
What he does mind is something that happens just a moment later, right in front of his eyes.
A petty thief stealing a woman’s purse in broad daylight, then running off with it. It’s like something you would see in a cartoon; all masked, and everything.
He’s about to chase them. That is, until you walk out of the alleyway that the robber had run into. Holding a purse.
Shimizu’s also noticed the scene, watching it like it’s a televised drama. He’s seen that invested look in her eyes before.
From where he’s standing, he can only hear faint parts of the conversation you’re now having with the woman.
“Thank you, truly, you have no idea…” The woman curls into herself, clutching her now returned bag with more force than before.
“No, no, I just happened to stroll by!”
“I wish I could pay you back in some way,” She says, bowing slightly, as your hand comes up to wave the gratitude off.
You bow back. “It’s nothing, really. You have a good day, ma’am.”
“They’re a great person, aren’t they?” Shimizu whispers into his ear. “As much as I hate to say it, people now don’t do these types of things.”
“You’re right about that.” He nods, and when you’re about to walk by him, he can’t help but interrupt you. “Excuse me.”
You stop in your tracks. “Yes?”
“I saw how you helped that woman over there. I just thought I would ask you why.”
“Oh! Why…?” You repeat back, clueless stare gazing off into the distance. “I mean… when I see injustice, I absolutely have to fight against it in any way I can, you know? It might be a little corny, now that I think about it.” That unsure grin slips on your face again—an unconscious habit, he’s already noted.
“That’s admirable. Thank you.” With an exchange of polite smiles, you two part ways.
2 - The second time Hiromi sees you is a little more steady and slow.
He’s at a rather crowded cafe—granted it wasn’t his usual place, but he felt like trying new things today.
It must’ve paid off because the next customer that walks in is you.
At first, he doesn’t notice, too engulfed in the novel that he’s reading. But it’s you who approaches him first; pulling back the chair across from him with a tentative look.
“Do you mind if I sit? All the other tables are occupied, so…”
“Thank you.” You give an apologetic smile and sit down. “I’ve seen you somewhere before, haven’t I?”
“Yes. When you retrieved that woman’s purse a few days ago.”
Your eyes brighten. “Right! You were there,” You lean forward, as if to confirm it with a closer look. “You asked me why I helped.”
“I did.” He marks the same things about you as before—your energetic and open expression, the slight clumsiness etched into your face.
And then, your gaze momentarily flicks to his shoulder.
He chooses not to mind it.
“Are you a lawyer?” You suddenly ask.
He takes a sip of his own coffee. “How could you tell?”
“A lot of lawyers have those.” Your eyes go to his shoulder again. There’s nothing there.
“Uh…” He fears you’re about to trail off and leave him in the dark, but thankfully, you continue. “Back pain.”
Hiromi chuckles, unexpectedly. “Yeah? You can just see it, can’t you?” Rolling his shoulders, he barely avoids wincing.
“You look pretty tired, after all. But- not in a bad way!” You say, quick to correct yourself.
He’s about to huff out a reply when you put your open hand out. Then, you close it into a fist, as if squeezing some invisible stress ball.
“Now how’s your back?” You ask, weirdly giddy.
At first, he only furrows his brows. After a moment, he tries rolling his shoulders again.
It feels impossibly lighter.
“…How did you do that?” He can’t help but be amused.
“Magic,” Is what he gets as an answer before you push back your chair and stand up. “My drink is out on the counter now, I guess. Thank you for letting me sit here, Mr.…?”
“Higuruma,” He informs you.
“Mr. Higuruma. Right. I hope to see you around!”
It takes him a long moment to stop staring; and even longer to realize that he never got your name.
+1 - The third time Hiromi runs into you, you’re arguing with a vending machine.
He stops a few steps away from you on the sidewalk, briefcase hanging at his side.
“Come on,” You murmur, more to the machine than yourself—it’s ridiculous, yes, but what else could you do? “I paid!” You press the same button again and again.
Leaning down to peer through the glass window on the deposit, you watch the drink sit there, trapped halfway, just out of reach. “Unbelievable,” You scoff.
He finally decides to step forward. “Are you having trouble with that?”
You straighten immediately and turn towards him—your face lights up when you recognize the man.
“Mr. Higuruma! What a coincidence!”
He’s pleasantly surprised you remember his name.
“And you’re…” He lets his voice dwindle as he goes on.
“Oh.” You laugh awkwardly. “I never told you, did I?” You tell him his name, and he parrots it quietly, noting it for later.
“As you can see, I’m currently in a dispute.” You gesture to the vending machine, dissatisfied. “It took my money.”
The corner of his mouth lifts. “Unfortunate.” Then he steps closer, examining the deposit and buttons. “You pressed this one?”
“And it stopped halfway?”
He studies the angle of the bottle some more—you can’t really tell the importance in that—before giving the side of the machine a firm shove with his shoulder.
The drink drops with a thud as the machine rattles slightly.
You just… stare. “How’d you do that? I tried shaking it and it didn’t work.”
He picks the bottle up and hands it to you. “Magic,” He responds.
“That’s what they really teach in law school?” You chuckle, already twisting the cap open.
“Exactly,” He says, matter-of-fact.
He’s only now realizing how much he enjoys company.
You take a small sip of your drink. “I shouldn’t keep you for long, should I? I’m sure you were going somewhere.”
“It’s no worries. I was heading home anyway.”
He adjusts his grip on his briefcase, thinking it through for a few moments before putting a hand into his suit pocket and giving you a crisp business card.
Higuruma Law Office, it writes.
Those tired eyes meet your gaze. “Would you be interested in getting coffee with me sometime?”
You scan the card. “Consultation fee?”
Into your pocket it goes. “Then I’d be happy to.”
