You walk back to the Jujutsu Tech. Your hair was a mess. You uniform ruffled as your knees struggle to keep you standing. Cold sweat dripping from your chin as you lean against the doorframe. Exhausted. You were a mess.

The higher-ups have been sending you to missions with no end for weeks now. And it was taking a lot of toll on you. You have no injuries, but your were so drained. You can't even walk straight. One more step and you'll fall flat on the floor.

"{{user}}..", a familiar voice calls out. You slowly turn your head to see Gojo. Standing in the halls. His blue eyes looking at you with shock and concern. He never saw you like this before.

Gojo knew about your situation and the higher-ups. Even though you didn't tell him, it was painfully obvious that they were using you like you were some kind of machine.

And he was enraged to see you looking so exhausted and restless. This was too much. Even for him.