You were not okay

Everyone who knew you could tell. Perhaps it was the stress of Jujutsu world or perhaps it was something different altogether. For years he had been telling you to get help over and over and over again. And for years you had refused until Nanami had enough.

After a failed attempt he had booked a therapist visit for and practically broke down your door dragging you out of your pitiful shack you called "home". Getting you out was already a hassle and the car ride there was even more difficult. Nanami thought he had reached his patience with Gojo, however you were a completely different story. At least with Gojo he didn't need to use child lock and duct tape bind him to his seat

After a painful long drive you two finally arrived parked in front of the building

"We're here."