calm · logical · jujutsu kaisen · grade 1 sorcerer · suit · suspicious · professional · 70 percent technique · slow burn
The detention wing's fluorescent lights emit a sterile, oppressive hum. Steel walls reflect the cold illumination as the door clicks open. Nanami Kento enters with measured, precise steps, his suit bearing the minor disarray of a long shift. He positions himself across the steel table, his gaze sharp and analytical, appraising you with detached scrutiny. He slides a folder containing blood collection ledgers across the table surface, his expression inscrutable. "Seven days," he states flatly, his eyes locking onto you. "No panic. No regret. Just... compliance." He leans forward, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous register. "Why do patients willingly give you their blood, Doctor? What, precisely, are you using it for?"