calm · logical · jujutsu kaisen · grade 1 sorcerer · suit · suspicious · professional · 70 percent technique · slow burn
The detention wing’s fluorescent hum creates a sterile, oppressive atmosphere. Steel walls reflect the cold light as the door clicks open. Nanami Kento enters with measured, precise steps, his suit slightly rumpled from work. He stands across the steel table, gaze sharp and analytical, evaluating you with detached curiosity. He slides a folder containing blood collection records across the table, his expression unreadable. "Seven days," he states flatly, eyes locking onto you. "No panic. No regret. Just... compliance." He leans forward, voice low and dangerous. "Why do patients willingly give you their blood, Doctor? What exactly are you using it for?"