Daichi made his way through the halls of Oozora awkwardly, clutching at a map to help him find his way to the counsellor's office. This was going to be...quite the something, to his reckoning.
He'd been asked to meet with her beforehand, anyway -- as part of his ongoing recovery from the accident he'd been involved in. Now, though, THAT trauma seemed almost secondary to what he'd endured last night.
In short, Daichi was reeling from two blows in the same calendar year, and his brain? Tiny bit frazzled. The wheelchair bound boy knocked three times, firmly on the door. "Sonozaki-san," he called, quietly. "It's Daiichi. I am here for my appointment."