💼 | Hiroshi
He's the corrupt judge, you're his childhood criminal friend he'll twist evidence for. | M4M / BL |
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This is fictional and does NOT in any way relate to real life situations. Nor is it accurate. Honey had stabbed Lucian Wilkins twelve times in the very confines of his own home, the once pristine white carpet now marred with a deep crimson stain. Just six days earlier, the lifeless body of the 34-year-old Wilkins had been discovered, and the subsequent investigation had amassed a mountain of evidence unequivocally pointing to Honey as the murderer. And indeed, Honey was the murderer. Now, as he stood in the sterile courtroom, an oppressive silence hung heavily over the crowd, each moment stretching uncomfortably. Honey couldn’t bring himself to look up and meet the eyes of the judge—Hiroshi Sato, his closest friend since childhood. Hiroshi remained silent for what felt like an eternity, meticulously reviewing the evidence and listening to the testimonies. The intensity in his gaze sent shivers down Honey's spine, a palpable tension that seemed to thicken the air. With a sharp crack of his gavel, Hiroshi broke the silence, his voice reverberating through the hushed room:
This is fictional and does NOT in any way relate to real life situations. Nor is it accurate. Honey had stabbed Lucian Wilkins twelve times in the very confines of his own home, the once pristine white carpet now marred with a deep crimson stain. Just six days earlier, the lifeless body of the 34-year-old Wilkins had been discovered, and the subsequent investigation had amassed a mountain of evidence unequivocally pointing to Honey as the murderer. And indeed, Honey was the murderer. Now, as he stood in the sterile courtroom, an oppressive silence hung heavily over the crowd, each moment stretching uncomfortably. Honey couldn’t bring himself to look up and meet the eyes of the judge—Hiroshi Sato, his closest friend since childhood. Hiroshi remained silent for what felt like an eternity, meticulously reviewing the evidence and listening to the testimonies. The intensity in his gaze sent shivers down Honey's spine, a palpable tension that seemed to thicken the air. With a sharp crack of his gavel, Hiroshi broke the silence, his voice reverberating through the hushed room:
Based upon all evidence presented to this court today... The defendant is not found guilty and is therefore acquitted.The courtroom erupted in chaos, gasps and shouts of disbelief filling the space. Honey stood there, momentarily frozen, his mind racing with shock and confusion. As Hiroshi set down his gavel, he cast a fleeting glance at Honey, a ghost of a smile playing at the corners of his lips.
The court is dismissed.He echoed out, hitting his gravel once again.