[Counselor's Office] Careful, the walls are glass

Wong Ha Jung (with Itou Hayato)

The door slammed open at exactly one p.m., and Wong Ha Jung was a little taken aback to see a small convoy of people storm into his office. Itou was at the head of it, looking disapproving as usual. And mildly harassed, which certainly wasn't. There was a dog like creature behind right behind of the economics teacher, as well as a being with long silvery hair that looked human enough, though the presence of weapons made Wong Ha Jung nervous. Thankfully not enough to have a panic attack over just yet. The two of them were dragging along a fairly normal young man, who seemed none too pleased to be there.

"Good afternoon?" the counselor said in bemusement, trailing off as Itou came up to his desk and threw a file onto his desk. It caused the paperwork already organized there to shift. "Ah. Itou, what is-"

"Wong. Read it." The teacher was speaking very calmly, although there was absolutely nothing soft at all in his tone. And if Wong Ha Jung had been that kind of person, he would have said that Itou sounded kind of pissed off under his typical aura of professionalism. "Seeing as this is entirely your responsibility, I will leave the rest of this matter to you."

The counselor watched uneasily as the other staff member left without another word, the door clicking shut behind him. "Um, all right, then." Did Itou just run away? Maybe it did seem a little like that.

"Ah, would you like to take a seat? I'll need just a few minutes." Wong Ha Jung offered to the three remaining beings, indicating towards the couch. He smiled a little uncertainly, worrying about those blades again, before quickly scanning over the contents of the file that Itou had left behind.

It... It seemed to fit somebody who would need an appointment with him, yes.

Wong Ha Jung

It was really lucky for everybody that as far as Wong Ha Jung was concerned, he really no longer had a life outside of his job. Since his job was helping people, then logically he shouldn't provoke or upset anybody. Which meant not running away from said people either. Or having mental breakdowns in their presence. Because while there were plenty of fields which didn't require having an entirely sound mind, psychology was not one of them. So if he started having panic attacks around the students, Wong Ha Jung thought that he would probably be fired. Which meant that he wouldn't be able to help anybody anymore so he had better keep all of his personal issues well out of sight.

So that was why the counselor was not having a panic attack right that minute, even though William had hit all of the appropriate triggers. He still felt like having one, but that was a completely different matter. Besides, the man remembered the one he had had during the festival and it had been awfully embarrassing and silly of him. Now if only his body would get the message that it wasn't supposed to be reacting, that would be fantastic.

"Oh. Ah, it's quite all right," he said mildly. "I've had worse..." Maybe at any other time, Wong Ha Jung would have stopped to marvel a little at the fact that the wolf was talking -he always did in these sorts of situations- but there were only so many things he could focus on at once. One of these things right now was William. The other was the pain that had gone and taken back up in his chest -more accurately, trying to ignore it.

Summon spirits with a sense of self... No respect for authority... Starts fights.... Highly aggressive and destructive... Mentally, Wong Ha Jung was matching up the little he had seen with the things written in William's file. He wondered how all of that had happened. At least it seemed like the spirits were sensible enough.

The counselor looked at the file for another moment before getting up to sit in one of the chairs across from William, snatching his glasses from the desk as he did so. It was no good having appointments with people, only to miss all of their reactions. And, well. Blurs were always so much more terrifying than people themselves. Ah... God help me, please.

He held off a sigh as the pain went on. Since there wasn't anything else he could do about it, he just smiled apologetically. "I don't believe that anybody has ever accused me of being smart," Wong Ha Jung started off. "So forgive me, but how are you today?"

Wong Ha Jung

William seemed calmer, which made it that much easier for Wong Ha Jung to mentally get things in order. Chest pains, he could handle without making a scene. A full out panic attack, ah. Well, he supposed that it had already been proven that he couldn't do quite as well with that.

"I'm not supposed to assume anything," Wong Ha Jung said, almost cheerfully as he ignored the insult at the end of William's reply. He couldn't quite be entirely calm just yet so he pushed all of his emotional energy into just sounding as close to content as possible. Maybe as an indication of how much work that was, however, it was a little harder to keep in things. "The last time I did, I think I ended up tripping out of a window."

The counselor stopped for a moment and did a slight double take when he realized that he had actually said that. It really wasn't the time to be worrying over it, though, so he simply hurried past it, still smiling. "It works better if you say it yourself. Although, ah, physically, too. Are you all right? Some of that looked painful." Wong Ha Jung offered, "I could call for Kida if you'd like."

Wong Ha Jung

Wong Ha Jung wasn't too bothered about laughter, even if it was aimed at him. It was better than anger or tears, so he could afford to just sit there and take it. It was sort of a relief, though, that he hadn't gone and said anything especially stupid. To William's disbelieving question, the counselor simply shrugged and smiled. Multiple times, actually, he didn't say. The last time was the worst but I walked out of the hospital eventually, so it wasn't too bad. It really wasn't.

The relationship that William had with his spirits was interesting, however. There didn't appear to be much of one between him and the humanoid one. In fact, that spirit hadn't said a word this entire time. Maybe he can't? Wong Ha Jung wondered. The other, though, the wolf, seemed to act as both an emotional anchor as well as a voice of reason. It's good that he has at least one person he can count on.

Was really William so afraid of doctors, though? Wong Ha Jung might have thought it a little strange at one point, if it weren't for the fact that he had already seen his far share of students with similar problems. And the number of students he had met personally were far smaller in number than the all of the files with misdiagnoses he had read.

It took some time, but the counselor did recall having read through this William's some time in the past. There hadn't been much he could have done with it then. It was just a bunch of blank and crossed out paragraphs, with post-it notes stuck to it, telling him that it was badly in need of an update and he should turn it over to the Admissions Office as soon as possible. So he had. That was a few months ago, maybe? Ah... He should have asked for it back sooner.

"Just to be clear, I'm a psychologist, not a psychiatrist," Wong Ha Jung said softly, hoping that would quell some of the issues. "I don't have a medical degree and therefore cannot legally prescribe any sort of medication. What this is here is just talk. So, please..."

Wong Ha Jung

It is kind of a big deal, though, isn't it? Wong Ha Jung thought in response to William's comment. Most people who had been misdiagnosed before coming to the Academy had issues with mentions of medication, which was only to be expected. And in any case, Wong Ha Jung had personal experience with that matter himself. Partially. That was just what he got for being born with emotion based powers.

"They aren't for everybody," the counselor said musingly, regarding the subject of drugs. "Certainly, most of the people who attend this academy didn't need many of the medications that were prescribed to them." That said, they had their uses, too. It probably wasn't a good idea to tell William that, though.

"Just talk to me, all right?" Wong Ha Jung prodded, tone gentle. "None of this gets reported back to anybody, unless you're at risk of hurting yourself or others. You're free to push me aside after we're done for the day, but, ah." He ducked his head a little, sheepishly joking, "Itou does kind of know where I live." Not that he really thought that the teacher would do anything, but... Itou really was a severe sort.

He sighed to himself softly for a moment. "William. Let me help you, please."