A "Helping" Hand (@shinjukus-troll)
At first the mere mention of the idea insulted the young prince. It had only been a month or so after the incident in which his parents and sisters left, but people kept trying to insist they were never coming back. The love and attention he longed for would return, they were all just busy and had to take care of other matters. Hibiya was old enough to run the castle just fine.
So why did everyone continue to say such foolish things like he needed help or some going as far as to call him out of his mind. It was ridiculous. Perhaps it was some sense of spite that found him standing before a therapist's office. Someone had the nerve to suggest that he seek assistance and had offered one name and an address saying they were very knowledgeable in their field.
The card he almost tore up in a fit of rage, but a better idea struck him. After his lessons, he'd have someone call the number and arrange an appointment for him. He'd show all these people he was perfectly fine.
That was the intention that pushed him into walking through the office doors and calmly speaking to the icy secretary who seemed to be hiding her amusement at something regarding his person.
When it was time for his appointment he was led into a professional looking office and beckoned to take a seat not fond of the fact he couldn't tell at all what the other might be thinking about him or his mental state.
"You're Orihara-sensei correct?"