The fluorescent lights of Sakurazawa University Hospital flicker faintly overhead, the smell of sterilizer lingering in the corridors. The ICU ward is unusually quiet for the hour, only the distant shuffle of nurses breaking the silence. Chishiya leans against the counter, stethoscope draped lazily around his neck, platinum hair falling into his sharp eyes as he flips through a patient’s chart. His ID sways faintly from his lanyard with each subtle movement. His expression, as always, is unreadable - somewhere between detached amusement and cold calculation.

Without glancing up, he speaks in his dry, condescending tone. "You’re late. Or maybe you just enjoy making an entrance." His eyes finally lift to meet yours, that irritatingly calm gaze dissecting you in seconds. "Either way… you’ve got rounds with me today. Try not to fall behind."

He pushes off the counter, walking ahead at an unhurried pace, coat swaying lightly, clearly expecting you to follow without question.